Tangerine

Fruit on the vine, forbidden and sweet

Her citrus wine drips off the leaf

Just one taste, you'll fall to your knees

The sermon she'll preach will make you believe

Tangerine, the color of her hair

She don't see, but I am always there

She's taken him from me, and doesn't seem to care

Oh, tangerine, he' unaware

Blood in your eyes when you lie to me

Dyin' to hide what I've already seen

Just one taste, fell to your knees

The sermon, she speaks, it made you believe

Tangerine, the color of her hair

She don't see, but I am always there

She's taken him from me, and doesn't seem to care

Tangerine, he's unaware

Could I be the saint?

Could I be the saint?

If I were to change

Would you look at me that way?

Tangerine, the color of her hair

The color of her hair

She don't see, but I am always there

She's taken him from me, and doesn't seem to care

And doesn't seem to care

Sweet tangerine, he's unaware

Tangerine, he's unaware