How rude how could she say that I should come to such an endnwith my hair too long to work at the local banknnHer mother wanted her to marry the rich young son of some old friendnand I did not quite fit in and adjusted myself to paynnI saw the turning nIt didn't matternWho cut my hair off? nWho was my hatter?nnAnd then the night Jasmine came clinging to her hair, nand lingered there,nand there was orange air.nThere was orange airnnI remember kissing her that sad last night through the screen so hard I had a checkered mouth and oh, oh, oh, ohnnShe sold out so quickly that before I knew what hit me she was laughing with the others at my funny clothesnnLights are turningnIt didn't matternWho cut my hair off?nWho was my hatter?nnAnd then the night Jasmine came clinging to her hair nand lingered there,nand there was orange air,nthere was orange air.nnOrange Air! (orange air)nOrange Air! (orange air)nOrange Air! (orange air)nOrange Air! (orange air)