Arctic Monkeys - I Haven't Got My Strange

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 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 (Have you got your strange?) Not on me I haven't got my strange (Have you got your strange?) Not on me You can't sleep till you've sat on the steps To weep 'till you feel like you've wept, yeah (As long as you don't forget your strange) (Have you got your strange?) No, not on me I haven't got my strange (Have you got your strange?) Oh, 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