Gm 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've been there It was fortunate timing I had a hole in the pocket of my favourite coat And my love dropped into the lining Chorus: Gm Fm G (Have you got your strange?) Not on me G# G G# I haven't got my strange Gm Fm (Have you got your strange?) Not on me You can't sleep until you've sat on the steps To weep 'til you feel like you've wept, yeah (As long as you don't forget your strange) Chorus: (Have you got your strange?) No, not on me I haven't got my strange (Have you got your strange?) Not on me I haven't got my strange I've better fetch my strange I haven't got my strange I haven't got my strange | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsFm G Gm G# |