I could stare at the same person’s face for the rest of my life
Or I could stare at no ones
I could care less
I could steal every meal that I’m eatin'
I could go to Bushwick
Scream and spit
And just wait for the beatin'
I could care less
I could roam through Rome
I could stay at home
With the air conditioning and the TV
It wouldn’t make a bit of difference to me
I could care less
I could go to Paris
Say C’est la vie
Je t’aime, mon amour et mon ami
Well I couldn’t care less
I could stare at a white woman’s hair
Or a black woman’s rear-end and fast
I could surmise in my disguise
That your Puerto Rican eyes tell lies
I can’t stand where you are
But I’m in love with your eyes and with your heart
I can’t stand where you are
But I’m in love with your eyes and with your heart
And I could care
You can cut off all my hair
I could care less