Tom Buffalo Tangerine
Breathless from the coffee I drop my newspaper down And left my eyeballs and read about some other town Your blueberry flu and message at breakfast was nice But when you shoot your mouth off expect to pay the price She's a tangerine Made in California She's a soul fillet Just a little haiku To say how much I like you And sap your sex away Your tarpaper skin and visible beating heart Your words on the paper sure gave me a start Your huckleberry flu and one plus one is you So if I can't be me, well I might as well be you She's a tangerine Made in California Need a soul fillet Baby cry your eyes out Baby dry your eyes out And burn your life away When the day came to an end you bounced right back again Watch an evening news show the L.A. blues again Your California sunshine sure gives me a sweat And your tangerine nectar's a taste I won't forget It's just a little Haiku to say how much I like you © 1994 Scrawny Music, BMI
