Originals

Currently Playing: White Hot (Caucasian Love) - Matt Storer

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?