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