Japan - Wish You Were Black

Degredation takes a soul potential The woman ain't to blame Infiltrate the morning's passing hours But love remains the same I know I wish you were black But ain't no use you pretending She ain't ever coming back To put you on the right track Unamerican humour All American smile Hovers on the horizon baby But no-one can reply well well Breezin, breesin, she's no lover Breezin, breezin Satisfaction unrequited A ghetto in your heart Hoards of mass production baby Is keeping us apart I know I wish you were black But ain't no use singing gospel She ain't ever coming back To put you on the right track.