Tart

Hear silver trumpets will trill in the 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, 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
 That 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 a Kohl 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?"
 That 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