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White And Fine
Once I was just a pansy, yes, a pansy once was I.
My father could not have cared less if I had ever died.
My mother was the only one who'd give me skeptic eyes.
She ordered me to find a lass I thought was white and fine.
White and fine, white and fine.
No I could not change her mind.
She kicked me out, said 'Don't return'.
Till you find a lass who's white and fine.
So I came back in a week, starved but you know why.
Nevertheless around me arm, a lass that I had spied.
Big brown eyes and long black hair, you know the loving kind.
My mother was not happy though, she was not white and fine.
White and fine, white and fine.
No I could not change her mind.
Said farewell to Aisha.
For she was not white and fine.
I disappeared for a month, came back there late one night.
Turned me mother pale when she looked out for that sight.
She held me in her arms, and she was seven foot five.
Me mother slammed shut the door, she was not white and fine.
White and fine, white and fine.
No I could not change her mind.
Said farewell to Olga.
For she was not white and fine.
If it makes you uncomfortable, if this song's crossed a line.
I'll tell you it's all fictional, and you'll tell me that I lie.
But it doesn't matter anyway and now I'll tell you why.
I married them both anyways and told my ma she's blind.
White and fine, white and fine.
No I could not change her mind.
Said farewell to mother.
I don't need girls white and fine.
White and fine, white and fine.
No I could not change her mind.
So long as the lass has tits.
I tell you, I don't mind.
White and fine, white and fine.
And I know what's on your mind.
Aisha was Apache.
And Olga was Thai.
My father could not have cared less if I had ever died.
My mother was the only one who'd give me skeptic eyes.
She ordered me to find a lass I thought was white and fine.
White and fine, white and fine.
No I could not change her mind.
She kicked me out, said 'Don't return'.
Till you find a lass who's white and fine.
So I came back in a week, starved but you know why.
Nevertheless around me arm, a lass that I had spied.
Big brown eyes and long black hair, you know the loving kind.
My mother was not happy though, she was not white and fine.
White and fine, white and fine.
No I could not change her mind.
Said farewell to Aisha.
For she was not white and fine.
I disappeared for a month, came back there late one night.
Turned me mother pale when she looked out for that sight.
She held me in her arms, and she was seven foot five.
Me mother slammed shut the door, she was not white and fine.
White and fine, white and fine.
No I could not change her mind.
Said farewell to Olga.
For she was not white and fine.
If it makes you uncomfortable, if this song's crossed a line.
I'll tell you it's all fictional, and you'll tell me that I lie.
But it doesn't matter anyway and now I'll tell you why.
I married them both anyways and told my ma she's blind.
White and fine, white and fine.
No I could not change her mind.
Said farewell to mother.
I don't need girls white and fine.
White and fine, white and fine.
No I could not change her mind.
So long as the lass has tits.
I tell you, I don't mind.
White and fine, white and fine.
And I know what's on your mind.
Aisha was Apache.
And Olga was Thai.
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