Stripes

woah, woah, woah, woah

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 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

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

final no 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



Credits
Writer(s): Matt Jenkins, Shane Mcanally, Brandy Clark
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