harry connick, jr.
tangerine
South American stories tell of a girl who's quite a dream The beauty of her race Though you'll doubt all the stories and think the tales are just a bit extreme Wait till you see her face  Oh, Tangerine - she is all they claim With her eyes of night and lips as bright as flame Tangerine - when she dances by Senoritas stare and caballeros sigh  And I've seen toasts to Tangerine Raised in every bar across the Argentine Yes, she's got them all on the run But her heart belongs to just one Her heart belongs to Tangerine