LITTLE MISS STRANGE
No one knows where she comes from,
maybe she’s a devil in disguise,
I can tell by looking in her eyes.
Little Miss Strange, little Miss Strange.
Little Miss Strange, come into my parlor.
I don’t know just what to ask her,
I don’t remember what we did after.
Little Miss Strange, little Miss Strange.
Little Miss Strange, came out of the darkness,
walked across my head and stood beneath the lights.
I’m talkin’bout the dream I had the other night.
Little Miss Strange, Little Miss Strange .
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