South American stories tell of a girl who is 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
Ooh, 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 cabolleros 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