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 tans