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 back yard to slowly undress As you pull the twigs from my hair That I'd put there myself, I confess So come lay on the couch with me 'Cuz nature's too wild and free Come lay on the couch We don't have to work on our tans A beautiful African man Well, next to him, I felt so white As white as a page in a book That I'd 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 'Cuz nature's too wild, it's too wild and free Come lay on the couch We don't have to work on our tans