brandy clark

stripes

Wednesday, September 28th, 2016

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 the 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
It 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

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, woah

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