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