ever since the riots   all i really wanted   was a black girlfriend   they don't play around   they're hard enough   to keep any man in line   thinking of my pale white skin   thinking of her dark and smooth   she against me   my black girlfriend   saw her on the corner   where she lived, i asked her   "can you braid my hair?"   she and her girlfriends   laughed at me, said that   "it was easy but it'll cost you some"   looking out her window   it's so exciting and foreign   but i'm staying with   my black girlfriend   drivin' thru the hood   in my chevy nova '62   my arm around my   little black girl   people on the corner   looking in my car   wanna do me   but i won't give her back   my little black girl   "do you wanna come on in?   do you wanna eat some?   meet my family?"   my black girlfriend