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 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

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