Stripes (Brandy Clark)

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 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, woah, woah, woah