South American stories
Tell of a girl who's quite a dream,
The beauty of her race.
Though you doubt all the stories
And think the tales are just a bit extreme,
Wait till you see her face.

Tangerine,
She is all they claim,
With her eyes of night
And lips as bright as a flame.
Tangerine,
When she dances by,
Señoritas stare
And caballeros sigh.
And I've seen
Toasts to Tangerine
Raised in every bar
Across the Argentine.
Yes, she has them all on the run,
But her heart belongs to just one-
Her heart belongs to
Tangerine.

Tangerine,
She is all they say,
With mascaraed eye
And chapeau by Dachè.
Tangerine
With her lips of flame-
If the color keeps
Louis Philippe's to blame.
And I've seen
Clothes on Tangerine
Where the labels says,
"From Macy's Mezzanine."
Yes, she's got the guys in a whirl,
But she's only fooling one girl-
She's only fooling
Tangerine.