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 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)