Tangerine

Some days, I feel tangerine Some days, I feel blue Some days, I just wanna black out Everything I felt for you Even though I take your picture Everywhere I go I use it for a coaster And drink the overflow Some days, I make a lot of money And give it all away To take my mind off the tangerine color Of your negligee Beggars can't be choosy If they don't know how to serve You got a different phone number And a lot of nerve Some days, I feel tangerine Some days, I miss you too