Stripes

Written & Recorded by Brandy Clark
Interpreted by: Koichi Kondo

Capo 1


           
Woah, woah, wo

        
ah, woah 


[Verse 1]
         
You were lyin'

 there with no

thing on, but 

a goofy little

 grin and a pl

atinum blonde
             
I can't believ

              
e you'd do tha

         
t 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 fr

             
om losin' my h


ead


[Chorus]
             
Is I hate stri

              
pes and orange

          
 ain't my colo

r
             
And if I squee

              
ze that trigge

              
r tonight, I'l

          
l be wear-in' 

one or the oth

er
            
There's no cri

              
me of passion 

              
worth a crime 

              
of fashion, th

   
e only thing s

avin' your lif

e
             
Is that I don'

              
t look good in

             
 orange and I 

     
hate stripes


           
Woah, woah, wo

    
ah 


[Verse 2]
        
I could fall i

n love with th

e prison guard

, I could sell

 cigarettes in

 the prison ya

rd
             
Don't think ha

              
rd time would 

              
be that hard o

  
n 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 chai

              
ns, it's the c

              
lothes that's 

         
stoppin' me


[Chorus]
             
Is I hate stri

              
pes and orange

          
 ain't my colo

r
             
And if I squee

              
ze that trigge

              
r tonight, I'l

          
l be wear-in' 

one or the oth

er
            
There's no cri

              
me of passion 

              
worth a crime 

              
of fashion, th

   
e only thing s

avin' your lif

e
             
Is that I don'

              
t look good in

             
 orange and I 

     
hate stripes


[Bridge]
             
Oh, and one sh

              
ot ain't worth

       
 a bad mugshot
              
God knows I wo

       
uldn't be caug

ht holdin' up 

a number
              
While the whol

             
e town's stari

              
n' at the pict

              
ure in the pap

              
er of me weari

   
n' stripes


[Solo]
/ / / | | | | | | |

            
There's no cri

              
me of passion 

              
worth a crime 

              
of fashion, th

  
e only thing s

avin' your lif

e
             
Is that I don'

              
t look good in

             
 orange and I 

     
hate stripes


[Chorus]
              
and orange ain

      
't my color
             
And if I squee

              
ze that trigge

              
r tonight, I'l

          
l be wear-in' 

one or the oth

er
            
There's no cri

              
me of passion 

              
worth a crime 

              
of fashion, th

   
e only thing s

avin' your lif

e
             
Is that I don'

              
t look good in

             
 orange and I 

     
hate stripes

           
Woah, woah, wo

        
ah, woah