Strange Composer(s): Wendell Mobley - Jason Sellers - Neil Thrasher Performer(s): Reba McEntire
I laid there feeling sorry for myself In a bed of Kleenex Stuffin' chocolates in my mouth On the phone with my best friend cussin' my ex He broke my heart Felt like the world had ended I cried myself to sleep Thinkin' I can't get over him
Strange, talk about luck I woke up And, the sun was shining Strange, I ought to be in bed with my head In the pillow cryin' over us But I ain't, ain't love Strange
Got half a mind to spend my whole paycheck On one of those dresses Those strapless black ones That are so famous for teaching lessons Dropped by his place Picked up the rest of my things Hell tell me I look good Ill laugh and say yeah isn't time
Strange, talk about luck I woke up And, the sun was shining Strange, I ought to be in bed with my head In the pillow cryin' over us But I ain't, ain't love Strange
Strange, talk about luck I woke up And, the sun was shining Strange, I ought to be in bed with my head In the pillow cryin' over us But I ain't, ain't love Strange
Strange, talk about luck I woke up And, the sun was shining Strange, Strange
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