Paroles de I Haven't Got My Strange

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 (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 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) (Have you got your strange?) No, not on me I haven't got my strange Not on me I've better fetch my strange I haven't got my strange