Stripes Songtext
von Brandy Clark

Woah, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh

You were lyin′ there with nothing on
But a goofy little grin and a platinum blonde
I can't believe you′d do that on our bed
I got a pistol and I got a bullet
And a pissed off finger just itchin' to pull it
The only thing keepin' me from losin′ my head

Is I hate stripes
And orange ain′t my color
And if I squeeze that trigger tonight
I'll be wearin′ one or the other
There's no crime of passion worth a crime of fashion
The only thing savin′ your life
Is that I don't look good in orange and I hate stripes


Woah, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh

I could fall in love with a prison guard
I could sell cigarettes in the prison yard
Don′t think hard time would be that hard on me
I could pick up trash on the side of the road
But I'd die if I saw someone I know
Ain't the chains
It′s the clothes that′s stoppin' me

I hate stripes
And orange ain′t my color
And if I squeeze that trigger tonight
I'll be wearin′ one or the other
There's no crime of passion worth a crime of fashion
The only thing savin′ your life
Is that I don't look good in orange and I hate stripes

Oh, and one shot
Ain't worth a bad mugshot
God knows I wouldn′t be caught holdin′ up a number
While the whole town's starin′ at the picture
In the paper of me wearin' stripes


There′s no crime of passion worth a crime of fashion
The only thing savin' your life
Is that I don′t look good in orange and I hate stripes
And orange ain't my color
And if I squeeze that trigger tonight I'll be wearin′ one or the other
There′s no crime of passion worth a crime of fashion
The only thing savin' your life
Is that I don′t look good in orange and I hate stripes

Woah, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh
Woah, oh, oh