[Verse 1]
When I got back from fixing my hair
You were directing the traffic
Letting your story slip on the snow
As if the transmission was automatic
It's arguable that I shouldn't've been there
It was fortunate timing
I had a hole in the pocket of my favourite coat
And my love dropped into the lining

[Chorus]
(Have you got your strange?) Not on me
I haven't got my strange
(Have you got your strange?) Not on me

[Verse 2]
You can't sleep until you've sat on the steps
To weep 'til you feel like you've wept, yeah
(As long as you don't forget your strange)

[Chorus]
(Have you got your strange?) No, not on me
I haven't got my strange
(Have you got your strange?) Not on me
I haven't got my strange
I've better fetch my strange
I haven't got my strange
I haven't got my strange