Reba McEntire - Strange

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 my ex

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 hate, hate love

Strange

Got half a mind

To spend my whole pay check

On one of those dresses

The strapless black ones

That are so famous

For teaching lessons

Drop by his place

Pick up the rest of my things

He ll tell me I look good

I ll laugh and say, yeah

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 hate, hate love

Strange, 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 crying

Over us, but I hate, hate love

Strange

Strange, talk about luck

I woke up and the sun was shining

Strange, strang