Stripes Songtext
von Lucy Angel

Woah, woah, woah, woah

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'a 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, woah, woah


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

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

Final no 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, woah, woah, woah