I know so many white people

I mean, where do I start?

the trouble with white people

is you can't tell them apart

I'm so bad with names and dates and times

but I'm big on faces

that is, except for mine



I believe you when you tell me

we've met before

this time you've got my interest

this time you've got the floor

why don't you go and tell me something

I don't already know

give me something to remember you by

when you go



I eat too much

I laugh too long

maybe I'll like too much of you

when I'm gone



let's go over to the window

and sit in the neon light

let's go out walking

you know, it's garbage night

let's go down to the east river

and throw something in

something we can't live without

and then let's start again



the more you talk

the more I get

the sense of something

that hasn't happened yet

the more you talk

the more I want to know

the way I'll remember you

when I go



I eat too much

I laugh too long

maybe I'll like too much of you

when I'm gone



I am so many white people

I mean where do I start

they've got lots of personalities

I just can't tell them apart

and I never remember anything

except for those things

which I never forget you know

there's no in between



I'm big on your face

yeah it's big in my mind

you're like the rest of the human race

you're one of a kind