| Song | African Friend |
| Artist | Clem Snide |
| Album | Your Favorite Music |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Barzelay | |
| 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 tan |
| zuo qu : Barzelay | |
| 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 tan |
| zuò qǔ : Barzelay | |
| 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 tan |