Suzanne Vega Daddy Is White
I am an average white girl who comes from Upper Manhattan.
And I am totally white, but I was raised half Latin.
This caused me some problems among my friends and my foes,
Cause when you look into my face, it’s clear what everybody else knows:
My daddy is white.
So I must be white too.
When you look into the mirror, what
Comes looking back at you?
If your daddy is white,
You must be white too.
When you look into the mirror
what comes looking back at you?
I feel it in the city when I take a walk uptown
I feel the tension in the air, I feel it ticking all around,
I feel it filling up the sidewalk, in the spaces in between,
Between my face and your face in public places where we get seen.
My daddy is white.
So I must be white too.
When you look into the mirror, what
Comes looking back at you?
If your daddy is white,
You must be white too.
When you look into the mirror
what comes looking back at you?
He called her baby. She called him boy, and then it started.
They were strangers at the bar, and they both ended broken hearted.
And it was a conversation, but it ended as a fight.
And I can tell you it’s because he was black, and she was white.
