En Vogue - Strange paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Strange - En Vogue



So low
So high
So wide
And it′s looking mighty strange
It really isn't clear what the story is, my dear
So I′ll have to analyze all those lies and alibis
One look was all it took, 'cause I know you like a book
You think you're clever, those endeavors, that you′re hiding
I′m deciding that we're through (strange)
I got a feeling you′ve been lying to me lately (strange)
When we kiss, I get a bad vibration (strange)
You tried to hide the guilt in your eyes (strange)
Leaving clues without a trace (strange)
We used to talk, and now you're always quiet (strange)
I ask you why, you say that you′re just tired (strange)
You get a call, and you're ready to walk out the door (strange)
And I think it′s kinda strange
My suspicions are killing me
But I don't wanna point the finger at you
You say I shouldn't place the blame
But it seems you′re playing games
How much longer must I tolerate this madness? (Strange)
So low, I can′t get under it
(So high) so high, I can't get over it
(And oh-so wide) so wide, I can′t get around it (can't get around it)
And it′s looking mighty strange
Yesterday, I saw you wait across town (strange)
Buying roses, that's something you never do (strange)
When you got home, "hello" is all I got from you (strange)
Don′t ya think that's kinda strange? (Strange)
I been feeling kinda funny since the last time (strange)
'Cause you left in such a hurry, tryin′ to buy time (strange)
If you′re doing what I'm thinking that you′re going (strange)
Then I think you need to change
My suspicions are killing me
But I don't wanna point the finger at you, ooh-ooh
You say I shouldn′t place the blame
But it seems you're playing games
How much longer must I tolerate this madness? (Strange)
So low, I can′t get under it
(So high) so high, I can't get over it
(And oh-so wide) so wide, I can't get around it (can′t get around it)
And it′s looking mighty strange
So low, I can't get under it
(So high) so high, I can′t get over it
(Oh-so wide) so wide, I can't get around it (can′t get around it, no)
And it's looking mighty strange
I can′t decide when, but it seems it all began
When I felt an icy tingle down my spine
You say it's in my mind, so I must resolve to find
Little pieces of the puzzle that fit
You think you're so slick, but I′m up on all your tricks
And I think you′re soon to be a small part of history
I know it's hard to see, somehow, you are cheating me
You can′t hide it, I can't stop it, can′t get by it
And to top it off, you're strange
Oh, who is he like anyways?
Girl, let me take it there, did you see his head?
No, girl, tell me about his head (it′s, it's big)
And he need a haircut (ooh, uh-uh, mmm)
Oh, wait, did you see his shoes? (No, she told me he has good feet)
Ooh, he got big ol' feet girl
Oh, wait-wait, what about his glasses? (No, girl)
Big ol′ thick cut on his head, probably hasn′t seen some contact lenses in a minute
Oh, wait-wait, hey, have you seen his pants? (No!)
Polyster! (Polys- ooh!!) I swear, yeah, they Polys- (girl, you lying)
Oh, wait, then he got a nerve to cop an attitude
I told that girl, "I would've told him from Jump Street, you ain′t paying my rent"
Honey, I heard that she better ask somebody (you know it, she gotta get rid of him)
So, like, he's just ugly, just ugly, honey
Hmm, hmm



Writer(s): Foster, Mcelroy, En Vogue


En Vogue - Born to Sing
Album Born to Sing
date de sortie
03-04-1990




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