Cold winds may blow o'er the icy sea But I'll take with me the warmth of thee A taste of honey A taste much sweeter than wine He will return He will
Tell her you care each time you speak Make it her birthday each day of the week Bring her nice things, sugar and spice things Roses and lollipops and
Tangerine, she is all they claim With her eyes of night and lips as bright as flame Tangerine, when she dances by Senoritas stare and caballeros sigh
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