Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tart , by - Elvis Costello. Song from the album When I Was Cruel, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 31.12.2001
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Tart |
| Hear silver trumpets will trill in Arabic streets of Seville |
| Oranges roll in the gutter |
| And you pick them up |
| And peel back the skin |
| To the red fruit within |
| But the flavour is… |
| Tart |
| And the flavour is… |
| Tart |
| Is it something you crave? |
| And you say that you only feel bitterness |
| When you know it’s a lie, lie, lie… |
| Wild with a blackberry bush |
| There were blossoms of cherries to crush |
| There, at the edge of the asphalt tempting fingertips |
| They stain your hand, press too hard |
| They’ll colour your lips… |
| But the flavour is… |
| Tart |
| And the flavour is… |
| Tart |
| Is it something you crave? |
| 'Cos you say that you only feel bitterness |
| Would it kill you to show us a little sweetness? |
| Odd, where nothing else grows |
| It was something like love that she chose |
| Always a creature of habit |
| When pity would do |
| She wore down that heel with no feeling |
| She kept on her shoes |
| Nylon was hung from a peg |
| And a kohl black seam ran down her leg |
| Fishermen look for their nets |
| And send their regrets |
| The bug lay there broken |
| She spoke, «Is this some kind of joke?» |
| But the flavour is… |
| Tart |