Orange Air - Digitally Remastered 1997

How rude how could she say that I should come to such an end
 
 With my hair too long to work at the local
 Her mother wanted her to marry the rich young son of some old friend
 And I did not quite fit in and adjusted myself to
 I saw the turning
 It didn't matter
 Who cut my hair off?
 Who was my?
 And then the night Jasmine came clinging to her hair and lingered there
 And there was orange air
 There was orange air
 I remember kissing her that sad last night through the screen so hard I had to check her mouth and oh oh oh oh
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 She sold out so quickly that before I knew what hit me she was laughing with the others at my funny clothes
 Lights are turning
 It didn't matter
 Who cut my hair off?
 Who was my?
 And then the night Jasmine came clinging to her hair and lingered there
 And there was orange air
 There was orange air
 
 Orange air! (orange air)
 Orange air! (orange air)
 Orange air! (orange air)
 Orange air! (orange air)