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. I've better fetch my strange. I haven't got my strange. . . . *"Strange" is slang. For a stranger one hooks up with. Or someone they're cheating their partner with