Tart

Hear silver trumpets will trill In the Arabic streets of Seville Oranges roll in the gutter And you pick them up And pull back the skin To the red fruit within But the flavor is Tart And the flavor is Tart Is it something you crave And you say that you only feel bitterness When you know it's a lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie Wild with a blackberry bush There were blossoms of cherries to crush There, at the edge of the asphalt tempting fingertips You stain your hands, press too hard They'll color your lips But the flavor is Tart And the flavor is Tart Is it something you crave 'Cause 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 Now the flavor is Tart And the flavor is Tart Is it something you crave 'Cause you say that you only feel bitterness Would it kill you to show us a little sweetness? Tart And the flavor is Tart And the flavor is Tart And the flavor is Tart Nylon was hung from a peg And the coal black seam ran down her leg Fishermen look for their nets And send their regrets But the bug lay there broken She spoke, "Is this some kind of joke?" Now the flavor is Tart And the flavor is Tart Is it something you crave 'Cause you say that you only feel bitterness Would it kill you to show us a little sweetness? Tart And the flavor is Tart And the flavor is Tart And the flavor is Tart And the flavor is Tart And the flavor is Tart