Clark - Helynt & GameChops

I'll fly myself to France First class, New York to Paris Get drunk on wine and dance Someone who ain't embarrassed To kiss me on the dance floor Yeah, that's what I'll be there for If you don't want me If you're beyond me If you don't love me anymore I'll read Lonesome Dove Fall asleep to Hallelujah I'll take some trippy drug Makes me forget I even knew ya I pain the floor to ceilin' blue Believe me, baby, I got things to do If you don't want me If you're beyond me If you don't love me anymore, I'll be an over you achiever I'll make you a believer That I don't love you either I'll meet somebody else Probably get married I'll keep it to myself But I'll love you 'till I'm buried

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 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