Orange Air - Digitally Remastered 1997

How rude how could she say that I should come to such an end
With my hair too long to work at the local bank
Her mother wanted her to marry the rich young son of some old friend
And I did not quite fit in and adjusted myself to them
I saw the turning
It didn't matter
Who cut my hair off?
Who was my hairdresser?
And then the night Jasmine came clinging to her hair and lingered there
And there was orange air
There was orange air
I remember kissing her that sad last night through the screen so hard I had to check her mouth and oh oh oh oh
She sold out so quickly that before I knew what hit me she was laughing with the others at my funny clothes
Lights are turning
It didn't matter
Who cut my hair off?
Who was my hairdresser?
And then the night Jasmine came clinging to her hair and lingered there
And there was orange air
There was orange air
Orange Air! (orange air)
Orange Air! (orange air)
Orange Air! (orange air)
Orange Air! (orange air)



Credits
Writer(s): Jimmy L. Webb
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