文本歌词

Stripes - Lucy Angel
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
You were lyin' there with nothin' on
But a goofy little grin and a platinum blonde
I can't believe you'd do that on our bed
But 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
Whoa whoa
I could fall in love with a prison guard
I could see 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
'Cause 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
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
Whoa whoa whoa whoa