Stripes

Whoa

Whoa

Whoa

Whoa

You were lyin' there with nothin' 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

'Cause 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

Whoa

Whoa

Whoa

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

Whoa

Whoa

Whoa

Whoa