I met a girl and fell in love.
That’s great, our families say.
Most everything about us fits
In every single way.

We both like art, we both like sports
We love to travel too.
Running and reading and dancing
That’s what we like to do.

But there are folks who think we’re wrong
Cause her skin’s brown, mine’s white.
Our color creates a problem?
In what world is that right?

We’re talking pigmentation here
They cannot be for real.
The color of a person’s skin
Is simply no big deal.

It’s absolutely meaningless
And more than that, it’s wrong.
To try and separate us
When clearly we belong

Together in this silly world
Where love is hard to find.
So they’ll just have to come around
Or they’ll be left behind.

With all of their old thinking
And all of their old ways
The world is changing, and guess what?
These are the good old days.