(Wendell Mobley/Jason Sellers/Neil Thrasher)
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I laid there feelin' sorry for myself
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In a bed of kleenex
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Stuffin' chocolates in my mouth
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On the phone with my best friend cussin' my ex
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He broke my heart, felt like the world had ended
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I cried myself to sleep thinkin' I can't get over him
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Chorus:
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Strange, talk about luck,
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I woke up and the sun was shinin'
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Strange, I oughta be in bed with my head in the pillow cryin'
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Over us
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But I ain't, ain't love strange
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Got half a mind to spend my whole paycheck on one of those dresses
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Those strapless black ones that are so famous for teachin' lessons
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Drop by his place, pick up the rest of my things
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He'll tell me I look good
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I'll laugh and say yeah isn't time
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Repeat Chorus:
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Strange
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Repeat Chorus:
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Strange
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Strange; talk about luck, I woke up and the sun was shinin'
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Strange
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Strange
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Strange
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