[Verse 1]
When I got back from fixing my hair, you were directing traffic
Letting your story slip on the snow as if the transmission was automatic
It's arguable that I shouldn't have been there
It was fortunate timing
I had a hole in the pocket of my favourite coat
And my love dropped into the lining
[Hook]
(Have you got your strange?)
Not on me
I haven't got my strange
(Have you got your strange?)
Not on me
[Verse 2]
You can't sleep until you've sat
On the steps to weep until you feel like you've wept, yeah
(As long as you don't forget your strange)
[Hook]
(Have you got your strange?)
No, not on me
I haven't got my strange
I've better fetch my strange
I haven't got my strange