Strange

Patsy Cline · Gold [MCA Nashville] [2005]

Strange how you stopped loving me

How you stopped needing me

When she came along

How strange



Strange you changed like night and day

Just up and walked away

When she came along

How strange



Well I guess that I was just your puppet

You held on a string

To think I thought you really loved me

But look what thoughts can bring



Strange you're still in all my dreams

Oh, what a funny thing

I still care for you

Oh, how strange



Well, I guess that I was just your puppet

You held on a string

To think I thought you really loved me

But look what thoughts can bring oh, oh, oh,



Strange you're still in all my dreams

Oh, what a funny thing

I still care for you

Oh, how strange

How strange, how strange, how strange...