South American stories tell of a girl who's 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 caballeros 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