I Haven't Got My Strange
When I got back from fixing my hairYou were directing the trafficLetting your stories slip on the snowAs if the transmission was automatic
It's arguable that i shouldn't have been thereIt was fortunate timingI had a hole in the pocket of my favorite coatAnd my love dropped into the lining
(Have you got your strange?)Not on me, I haven't got my strange(Have you got your strange?)Not on me
You can't sleep 'til you've sat on the steps to weep'Til you feel like you've wept, yeah
(As long as you don't forget your strange)(Have you got your strange?)No not on meI haven't got my strange(Have you got your strange?)Not on meI haven't got my strangeI better fetch my strangeI haven't got my strangeI haven't got my strange