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