Reba McEntire - Strange
I laid there feeling sorry for myselfIn a bed of KleenexStuffin' chocolates in my mouthOn the phone with my best friend cussin' my exHe broke my heartFelt like the world had endedI cried myself to sleepThinkin' I can't get over him[Chorus]Strange, talk about luck I woke upAnd the sun was shiningStrange, I ought to be in bed with my headIn the pillow cryin' over usBut I ain't, ain't loveStrangeGot half a mind to spend my whole paycheckOn one of those dressesThose strapless black onesThat are so famous for teaching lessonsDropped by his placePicked up the rest of my thingsHe'll tell me I look goodI'll laugh and say yeah, isn't time?[Chorus x2]Strange, talk about luck I woke upAnd the sun was shiningStrange, I ought to be in bed with my headIn the pillow cryin' over usBut I ain't, ain't loveStrangeStrange, talk about luck I woke upAnd the sun was shiningStrange, strange
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