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 have been there It was fortunate timing I had a hole in the pocket of my favourite coat And my love dropped into the lining (Have you got your strange?) Not on me I haven't got my strange (Have you got your strange?) Not on me You can't sleep till you've sat on the steps To weep 'till you feel like you've wept, yeah ♪ (As long as you don't forget your strange) ♪ (Have you got your strange?) No, not on me I haven't got my strange (Have you got your strange?) Oh, 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