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