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All I want to do
Is make sweet Caucasian love to you
Just two white people getting it on
Singing all I want do
Is make sweet Caucasian love

It’s not a racist thing
We just both happen to have pasty skin
So let’s not waste this thing
Let’s get it on
Come on, come on
Get in on white style

I don’t mean to behave obscene
But your particular shade of cream
Is turning me on
Things could get spicy but we’re white
So let’s keep it mild

All I want to do
Is make sweet Caucasian love to you
Just two white people getting it on
Singing all I want do
Is make sweet Caucasian love

You’re melanin’s looking low, it’s inviting me
To slither in with a dose, of vitamin D
So we can get it on
Come on, come on
We could make a white child

You must be the queen of some Scottish clan
Cos even up this close I couldn’t spot a tan
We should get it on
No for real
Are you Snow White’s grandchild?

And you might say you’re scared to love
And that is fair enough
But you’re fair enough
For me

And I could get down
With green, blue or brown
This is not about
Supremacy

It just so happens that I
Look on the bright side
The apple of my eye
Is a pink lady

And you know that I would kill
To take a big swill
From the tall glass of milk
That’s your body

Cos baby

I just love anglo-saxon racks and
White dirty talk in some dirty white accents
Whiter than Michael Jackson’s black skin
Sat back relaxed for some action-packed sin

Fact is the batch of vanilla you’re wrapped in
Impacts this average chap’s attraction
Shall we unpack what our jackets are maskin’
And practice the love our ancestors lacked in

Oh baby cos

All I want to do
Is make sweet Caucasian love to you
Just two white people getting it on
Singing all I want do
Is make sweet Caucasian love

And I love all females
I’m just saying your pale
Skin’s got me singing like
A humpback whale, ooh!

Could be your knight
In white shining leather
Let’s find somewhere private
To check our privileges together

With our scary glary bodies on the beach
Sunscreen within reach
Everybody squinting, screaming
“Who dropped the bleach?”

I love to wear a black tie
I might be a cracker
But my pecker sure doesn’t
Lack size

Baby be mine
If I said I didn’t love you
That’d be a white lie

I don’t see why
A man can love the colour
Of a woman’s eyes

Or her hair
But not her body
What’s with that, guys?