Strange - Reba McEntire

vs.1 I lay there feelin' sorry
For myself in a bed of Kleenex.
Stuffin' chocolates in my mouth,
Talkin' to my best friend, cussin' my ex.
He broke my heart, felt like the world had ended.
I cry myself to sleep, thinkin' I can't get over him.
(chorus)
Strange,
Talk about luck,
I woke up when the sun was shinin'.
Strange,
I 'oughta be in bed
With my head in my pillow cryin'
Over us, but I ain't,
Ain't love
Strange.
vs.2 Got half a mind to spend
My whole paycheck
On one of those dresses.
Those strapless, black ones
That are so famous for
Teachin' lessons.
Drop by his place,
Pick up the rest of my things.
He'll tell me I look good,
I'll laugh and say how isn't time.
(chorus)
Strange.
(chorus)
Strange,
Talk about luck,
I woke up when the sun was shinin'.
Strange.
Strange.

poem by Rebecca Ryan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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