Breathless from the coffee I drop my newspaper down  And left my eyeballs and read about some other town  Your blueberry flu and message at breakfast was nice  But when you shoot your mouth off expect to pay the price  She's a tangerine  Made in California  She's a soul fillet  Just a little haiku  To say how much I like you  And sap your sex away  Your tarpaper skin and visible beating heart  Your words on the paper sure gave me a start  Your huckleberry flu and one plus one is you  So if I can't be me, well I might as well be you  She's a tangerine  Made in California  Need a soul fillet  Baby cry your eyes out  Baby dry your eyes out  And burn your life away  When the day came to an end you bounced right back again  Watch an evening news show the L.A. blues again  Your California sunshine sure gives me a sweat  And your tangerine nectar's a taste I won't forget  It's just a little Haiku  to say how much I like you  © 1994 Scrawny Music, BMI