Title: Artist: ELVIS COSTELLO Song: Tart Album: WHEN I WAS CRUEL (2002) - ID: 75425 - Date and time (posted): 2004-09-01 18:38:03
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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 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...
Wild with a blackberry bush
There were blossoms of cherries to crush
There, at the edge of the asphalt tempting fingertips
They 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?
'Cos you say that you only feel bitterness
Would it kill you to show us a little sweetness?
Repeat chorus
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
Repeat chorus
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?"
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The Lyrics above are the lyrics to Tart and are (absolutly correct)
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