Текст песни Tangerine - Lydia Luce

Fruit on the vine, bitten and sweet
Her citrus wine drips off the leaf
Just one taste, you'll fall to your knees
The sermon she'll preach will make you believe

Tangerine
The color of her hair
She don't see, but I am always there
She's taking him from me
And doesn't seem to care
Oh, tangerine
He's unaware

Blood in your eyes, when you lie to me
Dying to hide, what I've already seen
Just one taste, you'll fell to your knees
The sermon she speaks, it made you believe

Tangerine
The color of her hair
She don't see, but I am always there
She's taking him from me
And doesn't seem to care
Tangerine
He's unaware
(Uuuuuuu...)

Could I be the saint?
Could I be the saint?
If I was to change
Would you look at me that way?

Tangerine
The color of her hair
She don't see, but I am always there
She's taking him from me
And doesn't seem to care
Sweet tangerine
He's unaware

Tangerine
He's unaware