Linda Connell Studley: Music
Strange World
(Linda Connell Studley)
Linda Connell Studley
I watched you crossing the floor
Saw you hold out your hands
But you brushed past and then you asked
Another girl to dance
Well it’s a strange world, strange world
Where you don’t care for me
Well it’s a strange world, strange world
Where you don’t care for me
You came and knocked on my door
Like my favourite dream
But when I answered
With thoughts of romance
You sold me a magazine
Poets say love is blind
And I believe that’s true
But I have learned where you’re concerned
It’s deaf and stupid too
And it’s a strange world, strange world
Where you don’t care for me
Yes it’s a strange world, but I’m a practical girl
And now I think it through, I never really cared for you