Tangerine Songtext

von Buffalo Tom

Breathless from the coffee I drop my newspaper downAnd left my eyeballs to read about some other townYour blueberry flu and message at breakfast was niceBut when you shoot your mouth off expect to pay the price
She's a tangerineMade in CaliforniaShe's a soul filletJust a little haikuTo say how much I like youAnd sap your sex away
Your tarpaper skin and visible beating heartYour words on the paper sure gave me a startYour huckleberry flu and one plus one is youSo if I can't be me, well I might as well be with you
She's a tangerineMade in CaliforniaNeed a soul filletBaby cry your eyes outBaby dry your eyes outBurn your life away
When the day came to an end you bounced right back againWatch an evening news show the L.A. blues againYour California sunshine sure gives me a sweatAnd your tangerine nectar's a taste I won't forget
She's a tangerineMade in CaliforniaShe's a soul fillet??? cry your eyes outSister dry your eyes outBurn your life away
It's just a little HaikuTo say how much I like youIt's just a little HaikuTo say how much I like youIt's just a little Haiku