Stripes

(альбом: 12 Stories - 2013)

Woah, woah, woah, woah

[VERSE 1:]
You were lying 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 itching to pull it
The only thing keeping me from losing my head

[CHORUS:]
Is I hate stripes and orange ain't my color
And if I squeeze that trigger tonight
I'll be wearing one or the other
There's no crime of passion worth a crime of fashion
The only thing saving your life
Is that I don't look good in orange and I hate stripes

Woah, woah, woah

[VERSE 2:]
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 stopping me

[CHORUS:]
I hate stripes and orange ain't my color
And if I squeeze that trigger tonight
I'll be wearing one or the other
There's no crime of passion worth a crime of fashion
The only thing saving your life
Is that I don't look good in orange and I hate stripes

[BRIDGE:]
Oh, and one shot ain't worth a bad mugshot
God knows I wouldn't be caught holding up a number
While the whole town's staring at the picture
In the paper of me wearing stripes

[FINAL CHORUS:]
There's no crime of passion worth a crime of fashion
The only thing saving 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 wearing one or the other
There's no crime of passion worth a crime of fashion
The only thing saving your life
Is that I don't look good in orange and I hate stripes

Woah, woah, woah, woah