I Haven't Got My Strange


When I got back from fixing my hair,
You were directing the traffic,
Letting your story slip on the snow,
As if the transmission was automatic,
They sog you up, you're right 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 'til you've sat on the steps,
To weep 'til you feel like you've wept, yeah.
(Hadn't you better get? Forget your strange?)

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