[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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, lie
[Verse 2]
Wild with a blackberry bush
There were blossoms of cherries to crush
There, at the edge of the ash field in ten fingertips
You stain your hands, press too hard
They'll color your lips
[Chorus]
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?
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
[Chorus]
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, lie
[Verse 2]
Wild with a blackberry bush
There were blossoms of cherries to crush
There, at the edge of the ash field in ten fingertips
You stain your hands, press too hard
They'll color your lips
[Chorus]
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?
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