Stripes

Woah, oh, oh
 Woah, oh, oh
 Woah, oh, oh
 Woah, oh, oh
 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, oh, oh
 Woah, oh, oh
 Woah, oh, oh
 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
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 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, oh, oh
 Woah, oh, oh
 Woah, oh, oh
 Woah, oh, oh