Strange
FRED B. BURCH, MEL TILLIS
Strange, how you stopped loving me
How you stopped needing me
When he came along
Oh, how strange
Strange, you changed like night and day
Just up and walked away
When he came along
Oh, how strange
Well, I guess that I was just your puppet
You held on a string
To think I thought you really loved me
But look what thoughts can bring
Strange, you're still in all my dreams
Oh what a funny thing
I still care for you
Oh, how strange
Well, I guess that I was just your puppet
You held on a string
To think I thought you really loved me
But look what thoughts can bring
Strange, you're still in all my dreams
Oh what a funny thing
I still care for you
Oh, how strange, how strange
How strange