I laid there feeling sorry for myself in a bed of KleenexStuffing chocolates in my mouth on the phone with my best friend cussing bikesHe broke my heart, felt like the world had endedI cried myself to sleep thinking I can't get over himStrange, talk about luck, I woke up and the sun was shiningStrange, I ought to be in bed with my head in the pillow cryingOverUsBut I ain't, ain'tLoveStrangeGot half a mind to spend my whole paycheck on one of those dressesThose strapless black ones that are so famous for teaching lessonsDropped by his placePickedUp the rest of my thingsHe'll tell me I look good, I'll laugh and say, yeah, we're in timeStrange, talk about luck, I woke up and the sun was shiningStrange, I ought to be in bed with my head in the pillow cryingOverUsBut I ain't, ain'tLoveStrange!Talk about luck, I woke up and the sun was shiningStrange, I ought to be in bed with my head in the pillow cryingOver Us!But I ain't, I ain't lostStrangeStrangeTalk about love, I woke up and the sun was shiningStrangeStrange*