Heart Like an Orange - Fruit Bats

In his cold little town there’s no singing allowed

No one smiles much and no one makes out and no one smokes down

He had a click in his knee and a sore in his mouth

Had a couple of girls but nothing so great to keep him around

So from up on the tundra he wandered down

Like a stray cat running from the snow

Took his mouldering boots off and breathed the air

Tried to live on the beach and was seared by the sun

Back on the farm his folks were up in arms crying, «our baby’s a bum!»

But them Florida Girls kept him at ease

Ginger and rose and jasmine and all the other smells on the breeze

Up from the marshes she came to him

Like a flip flop floatin' on a wave

Like a hummingbird flying across the sea

If you lose a wingbeat when you’re over that sea

You’ll be swallowed by the drink, you’ll sink and you’ll sink

You’ll sink, you’ll see

But up in her room smells like sweet cinnamon

Cedar and sage and incense and smoke but few men had been

He’s lost and he’s gone

Gotta heart like an orange