I laid there feeling sorry for myself in a bed of Kleenex
Stuffing chocolates in my mouth on the phone with my best friend cussing bikes
He broke my heart, felt like the world had ended
I cried myself to sleep thinking 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 crying
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
He'll tell me I look good, I'll laugh and say, yeah, we're in 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 crying
Over
Us
But I ain't, ain't
Love
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 crying
Over Us!
But I ain't, I ain't lost
Strange
Strange
Talk about love, I woke up and the sun was shining
Strange
Strange
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