Tart Lyrics - Elvis Costello

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 

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 

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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 

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That 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 a Kohl 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?" 

That 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