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