I like his skin and I like his whiteness
I like how there's no mental gymnastics
I like the place though it drives me crazy
Let's have hapa babies
I think they'd be better off in the godless west where there ain't no God
Just starry eyed girls and front men, and they'll think "Wow, I kind of look like them" 'cause
I don't really love you
I need you around, around
All I ever wanted
To live on foreign ground, ground
Don't tell me maybe
I want a chance to have your eyes
I know it's crazy
Let's have hapa babies
There's only conflict in me
The people fetishize me
Nobody looks like me
They are compelled by me
They don't really love you
They need you around, around
Pushing an agenda
That the whole world can be one small town
Don't call me crazy
If you don't live inside the skin
Don't tell me maybe
I'm not your hapa baby