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White lightning or pink champagne Yeah for her it's a matter of mood not a matter of taste Well a steel guitar or a symphony A satin gown or old blue jeans White lightening or pinkchampagne. Well when we go out on a Saturday night I never know what she wants me to wear Yeah my cowboy boots or my loafer shoes Or just a little mouse in my hair Well I never know where she wants to go But there's no need to strain my brain Well I just look at her and say little baby White lightening or pink champagne. Chorus Well she likes rock and roll or a country song With a little bit of rhythm and blues She can electric slide two-step all night cause she ain't got nothin to lose But if she ever does anything she regrets She ain't got no one to blame But the night and feelin' right White lightening or pink champagne. Aus Songtexte Mania