| Tangerine, she is all they claim
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| With her eyes of night and lips as bright as flame
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| Tangerine, when she dances by Senoritas stare and caballeros sigh
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| And I’ve seen toasts to Tangerine
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| Raised in every bar across the Argentine
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| Yes, she has them all on the run
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| But her heart belongs to just one
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| Her heart belongs to Tangerine
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| Tangerine, she is all they say
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| With mascaraed eye and chapeaux by Dache
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| Tangerine, with her lips of flame
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| If the color keeps, Louis Philippe’s to blame
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| And I’ve seen clothes on Tangerine
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| Where the label says 'From Macy’s Mezzanine'
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| Yes, she’s got the guys in a whirl
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| But she’s only fooling one girl
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| She’s only fooling Tangerine |