I Haven't Got My Strange - Arctic Monkeys

When I got back from fixing my hair

You were directing the traffic

Letting your story slip on the snow

As if the transmission was automatic

It’s arguable that I shouldn’t have been there

It was fortunate timing

I had a hole in the pocket of my favourite coat

And my love dropped into the lining

(Have you got your strange?)

Not on me

I haven’t got my strange

(Have you got your strange?)

Not on me You can’t sleep till you’ve sat on the steps

To weep till you feel like you’ve wept, yeah

(As long as you don’t forget your strange)

(Have you got your strange?)

No, not on me

I haven’t got my strange

(Have you got your strange?)

Oh, not on me

I haven’t got my strange

I’ve better fetch my strange

I haven’t got my strange