I can't have no vanilla ice cream.
They say my skin is too dark
So I can't have no vanilla ice cream.
My nose is too wide.
So I can't have no vanilla ice cream.
My lips are too full.
So I can't have no vanilla ice cream.
My hair is too coarse.
So I can't have no vanilla ice cream.
My feet got too much rhythm.
So I can't have no vanilla ice cream.
You see in the Jim Crow south everything is so segregated.
Black people can't even have no vanilla ice cream.
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