Funnel down straight through the clouds like an ever flowing stream Like an ever flowing steam lake a bite of the fruit of life 'Cause the fruit of life
She said her name was Tangerine Damn the American dream She all about her fuckin' cream So shake it like a tambourine Shake it like a tambourine She
Measuring a summer's day Only finds it slips away to gray And the hours they bring me pain Tangerine, Tangerine Living reflection from a dream I was
di ko kayang mawala ka di ko kayang maagaw ka niya o ang laking insulto sa 'kin di bale ng araw-araw, awayin mo ako handa kong ibigay ang lahat ko
Tangerine turning green Cellophane window pane Socialize paralysed Plastic faces suck me dry Tangerine Tangerine Tangerine Tangerine I know it's sad
Breathless from the coffee, I drop my newspaper down Left my eyeballs to read about some other town Your blueberry flu and message at breakfast was nice
Two-week vacation, Costa Rica see America Young ladies, oh, eureka! So many there to score-ica Cruise the ocean bars with some similar type fellows Little
Say goodbye to a tangerine sky say hello say hello to tomorrow- when you say goodbye To a tangerine sky you lose your pain lose your fear lose your sorrow
Tangerine she is all they claim With her eyes of night lips as bright as flame Tangerine when she dances by Senoritas stare, caballeros sigh And I sing
Tangerine, she is all they claim With her eyes of night and lips as bright as flame Tangerine, when she dances by Senoritas stare and caballeros sigh
South American stories Tell of a girl who's quite a dream The beauty of her race Though you'll doubt all the stories And think the tales are just a bit
Rain falls quickly wetting my hair and clothes My cries fall upon her deaf ears, more tears Let me in, please it's cold, I'm freezing out here, I miss
(Lyrics: Stephen Shareaux Music: Gregory Hex, Rob Grad) It's easy to get around He'll never break me down Understand, I ain't your backdoor love thing
Measuring a summer's day I only find it slips away to gray The hours they bring me pain Tangerine, Tangerine Living reflections from a dream I was her
[Mack} I won't send roses Or hold the door I won't remember Which dress you wore My heart is too much in control The lack of romance in my soul Will
So who needs roses Or stuff like that So who wants choctlates They'd make me fat And I can get along just fine Without a gushing Valentine And I'll get
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