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• Artiste: Reba McEntire
• Titre: Strange
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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 cant get over him { Chrous } Strange, talk about luck I woke up And, the sun was shining Strange, I ought a 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 He'll tell me I look good I'll laugh and say yeah wastin time [ Repeat Chorus Twice } Strange, talk about luck I woke up And, the sun was shining Strange, Strange