I Haven't Got My Strange — Arctic Monkeys

When I got back from fixing my hair, you were directing 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. Not on me. I haven't got my strange Not on me You can't sleep until you've sat on the steps to weep until you feel like you've wept yeah. No, not on me. I haven't got my strange I've better fetch my strange. I haven't got my strange.