Oranges
do not grow in the sea
neither is there love in Sevilla.
You in Dark and the I the sun that's hot,
loan me your parasol.
I'll wear my jealous reflection,
juice of lemon and lime and your words,
your sinful little wordswill swim around awhile.
Oranges
do not grow in the sea,
Ay, love!
And there is no love in Sevilla!