Tangerine

She's a tangerine
Made in California
She's a sober lay
Just a little haiku
To say how much I like you
Such a sexy way

Torn paper skin and invisible bleeding heart
Your words on the paper sure gave me a start
Your huckleberry flu and one plus one is two
So if I can't be me, well I might as well be with you

She's a tangerine
Made in California
She's a sober lay
She could claw your eyes out
Baby dry your eyes out
Burn your life away

Addicted to the music, bound to start crack again
Watch an evening news show, L.A. blues again
Your California sunshine sure gives me a sweat
And your tangerine nectar's a taste I won't forget