I know so many white people
I mean, where do I start?
The trouble with white people
Is you cant tell them apart
Im so bad with names and dates and times
But Im big on faces
That is, except for mine

I believe you when you tell me
Weve met before
This time youve got my interest
This time youve got the floor
Why dont you go and tell me something
I dont already know
Give me something to remember you by
When you go

I eat too much
I laugh too long
Maybe Ill like too much of you
When Im gone

Lets go over to the window
And sit in the neon light
Lets go out walking
You know, its garbage night
Lets go down to the east river
And throw something in
Something we cant live without
And then lets start again

The more you talk
The more I get
The sense of something
That hasnt happened yet
The more you talk
The more I want to know
The way Ill remember you
When I go

I eat too much
I laugh too long
Maybe Ill like too much of you
When Im gone

I am so many white people
I mean where do I start
Theyve got lots of personalities
I just cant tell them apart
And I never remember anything
Except for those things
Which I never forget you know
Theres no in between

Im big on your face
Yeah its big in my mind
Youre like the rest of the human race
Youre one of a kind