How rude how could she say that I should come to such an end
with my hair too long to work at the local bank
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 pay
I saw the turning
It didn't matter
Who cut my hair off?
Who was my hatter?
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 a checkered mouth and oh, oh, oh, oh
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 hatter?
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)