Tangerine
(V. Schertzinger)
South
American stories tell of a girl who is quite a dream
The
beauty of her race…
Though
you'll doubt all the stories and think the tails are just a bit
extreme
Wait
till you see her face
Ooh,
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 cabolleros sigh
And
I've seen toasts to Tangerine
Raised
in every bar, across the Argentine
Yes,
she's got them all on the run
But her
heart belongs to just one
Her
heart belongs to Tangerine
