NEIL THRASHER; WENDELL MOBLEY; JASON SELLERS I laid there feeling sorry for myself In a bed of kleenex Stuffin chocolates in my mouth On the phone with my best friend cussin my ex He broke my heart Felt like the world had ended I cried myself to sleep Thinkin I cant get over him Strange Talk about luck I woke up And the sun was shining Strange I oughta be in bed with my head In the pillow cryin over us But I aint, aint love strange Got half a mind to spend my whole paycheck On one of those dresses Those strapless black ones That are 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 isn't time Strange Talk about luck I woke up And the sun was shining Strange I oughta be in bed with my head In the pillow crying over us But I aint, aint love strange Strange Strange Talk about luck I woke up And the sun was shining Strange I oughta be in the bed with my head In the pillow crying over us But I aint, aint love strange Strange Talk about luck I woke up And the sun was shining Strange Strange Strange