Hear silver trumpets will trill
In the Arabic streets of Seville
Oranges roll in the gutter
And you pick them up
And pull 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

Now 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 the coal 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?"

Now 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

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): ELVIS COSTELLO