Orange (Live) - Blame Sally
She hates to comb her hair
Hates to take a bath
But once she's in that tub
You'll never get her out
She loves to ride a horse
Loves a summer swim
She never hurt a heart
So she won't never best friend
Orange orange
Her favorite color orange
Big ball of fire sweet citrus storm
Orange orange
Her favorite color orange
Tigers turned to kittens
On the day that she was born
She'll beat you bad at boggle
In scrabble let you tie
I'm a little shy to say
She's read more books than I
Her words are few and far
Unless there's pen in hand
Then she'll write you out a story
About her mama's band
Orange orange
Her favorite color orange
Big ball of fire sweet citrus storm
Orange orange
Her favorite color orange
Tigers turned to kittens
On the day that she was born
Light light is the dusk
And I worry sometimes
I'm not worthy of the trust
Sweet sweet is the dawn
It's a privilege beyond
Any privilege
She's a crazy cuddle bug
An endless sofa spud
She always slows me down
To watch a movie about love
She can tear up like a well
And water's all around
I try to swim along
So I don't miss a sound
Orange orange
Her favorite color orange
Big ball of fire sweet citrus storm
Orange orange
Her favorite color orange
Tigers turned to kittens
On the day that she was born
Orange orange
Her favorite color orange
Tigers turned to kittens
On the day that she was born