Strange

I laid there feeling sorry for myself

In a bed of kleenex

Stuffin chocolates in my mouth

On the phone with my best friend cussin my ex

He broke my heart

Felt like the world had ended

I cried myself to sleep

Thinkin I cant get over him

Strange, talk about luck I woke up

And the sun was shining

Strange, I ought a be in bed with my head

In the pillow cryin over us

But I aint, aint love

Strange

Got half a mind to spend my whole paycheck

On one of those dresses

Those strapless black ones

That are so famous for teaching lessons

Dropped by his place

Picked up the rest of my things

He’ll tell me I look good

I’ll laugh and say yeah wastin time

Strange

Talk about luck I woke up

And the sun was shining

Strange

I ought a be in bed with my head

In the pillow crying over us

But I aint, aint love

Strange

Strange

Strange

Talk about luck I woke up

And the sun was shining

Strange

I ought a be in the bed with my head

In the pillow crying over us

But I aint, aint love

Strange

Strange, talk about luck I woke up

And the sun was shining

Strange, strange