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Your beautiful African friend Next to him I look so white So white that you turned away And wanted me out of your sight To be exotic and I did pretend In the backyard to slowly undress As you pulled the twigs from my hair That I put there myself I confess So come lay on the couch with me Cause nature's too wild and free Come lay on the couch We don't have to work on our tan A beautiful African man Next to him I look so white As white as the page in a book That I read but still don't understand So I joked of a forbidden fruit As we argued into the night In a city of tanning salons And TV screens all shining bright So come lay on the couch with me Cause nature's too wild and free Come lay on the couch We don't have to work on our tan From Letras Mania