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I Haven’t Got My Strange – Arctic Monkeys

Arctic Monkeys

I Haven’t Got My Strange lyrics

Language
English
Level
Intermediate
Released
2009
Genre
Pop
Length
1:30
  1. When I got back from fixing my hair

  2. You were directing the traffic

  3. Letting your story slip on the snow

  4. As if the transmission was automatic

  5. It's arguable that I shouldn't have been there

  6. It was fortunate timing

  7. I had a hole in the pocket of my favourite coat

  8. And my love dropped into the lining

  9. (Have you got your strange?)

  10. Not on me

  11. I haven't got my strange

  12. (Have you got your strange?)

  13. Not on me

  14. You can't sleep till you've sat on the steps

  15. To weep 'till you feel like you've wept, yeah

  16. (As long as you don't forget your strange)

  17. (Have you got your strange?)

  18. No, not on me

  19. I haven't got my strange

  20. (Have you got your strange?)

  21. Oh, not on me

  22. I haven't got my strange

  23. I've better fetch my strange

  24. I haven't got my strange

  25. I haven't got my strange

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Key vocabulary

hair
growing on your headA1
automatic
works without controlB1
can't
cannotB1
directing
telling where to goA2
when
at what timeB1
wept
cried (past tense)A1
back
toward the rearA1
letting
allowing or permittingA1
story
a taleA1
fixing
repairing; making correctA2

About this song

Arctic Monkeys are an English rock band from Sheffield known for their indie and garage rock sound that rose to prominence in the mid-2000s with Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not. They are fronted by singer-guitarist Alex Turner and later broadened their style with producer-led releases from Josh Homme and genre-shifting concept work like Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino.

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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