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