[00:00.00] 作词 : Mobley, Wendell Lee
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Mobley, Wendell Lee
[00:22.90]I laid there feeling sorry for myself
[00:26.81]In a bed of Kleenex
[00:28.68]Stuffing chocolates in my mouth
[00:31.06]On the phone with my best friend
[00:32.93]Cussing my ex
[00:34.29]He broke my heart
[00:36.28]Felt like the world had ended
[00:39.65]I cried myself to sleep
[00:41.79]Thinking I can't get over him
[00:45.46]
[00:47.09]Strange, talk about luck
[00:49.47]I woke up and the sun was shining
[00:52.71]Strange, I ought to be in bed
[00:55.11]With my head in the pillow crying
[00:57.44]Over us, but I hate, hate love
[01:03.55]Strange
[01:06.11]
[01:14.29]Got half a mind
[01:15.72]To spend my whole pay check
[01:17.90]On one of those dresses
[01:19.71]The strapless black ones
[01:21.58]That are so famous
[01:23.03]For teaching lessons
[01:25.20]Drop by his place
[01:27.41]Pick up the rest of my things
[01:30.61]He'll tell me I look good
[01:32.79]I'll laugh and say, yeah
[01:34.67]
[01:36.57]Strange, talk about luck
[01:39.07]I woke up and the sun was shining
[01:42.18]Strange, I ought to be in bed
[01:44.80]With my head in the pillow crying
[01:47.11]Over us, but I hate, hate love
[01:53.11]Strange, strange
[02:08.39]
[02:15.25]Strange, talk about luck
[02:17.63]I woke up and the sun was shining
[02:20.69]Strange, I ought to be in bed
[02:23.25]With my head in the pillow crying
[02:25.69]Over us, but I hate, hate love
[02:31.95]Strange
[02:36.31]Strange, talk about luck
[02:39.69]I woke up and the sun was shining
[02:42.81]Strange, strange

作词 : Mobley, Wendell Lee
作曲 : Mobley, Wendell Lee
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, strange