What you gonna choose, the poison or the lines? Lived with crazy pain in all your life Something in your eyes just tells you no Hoping conversation starts
The flowers that I gave you Dying slowly on the wall The broken fragments of opinion As the dirty start to fall I'm not as careful as I should have been
This is the fairy story of a tangerine puppet.
"i do! i swear i like your hair. it goes good with your snake. and that tattoo is really you. how long did it take? no, i didnt know you were a dancer
Marigolds and tangerines And lots of rusty window screens Funny Paper, fountain pen And patchwork things to cover in Puppy dogs and potpourri Oh won't
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
I can't seem to feel the envy I should feel or maybe I don't need the sour side of love, of love No, I don't care his breath is in your hair Well, I
Some days, I feel tangerine Some days, I feel blue Some days, I just wanna black out Everything I felt for you Even though I take your picture Everywhere
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
he?s better than his brother that died What the hell does he think he?s doing To his father who brought him up right? Take your place on the great Mandala
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
Dance with me for I'll be leaving soon. Afterbirth on the keypads overwhelm "Did he who make the lamb make thee?" Help me find its origin. In a cartoon