Love, love is strange yeah, yeah
Lots of people take it for game
Once you've got it, you never wanna quit no, no
After you've had it, you're in an awful fix
Love is strange, love is strange
Hey Don?
What Phil?
How would you call your baby home?
Well, if I needed her real bad, I guess I would call her like this
Baby, oh sweet baby, my sweet baby, please come home
Yeah, that ought to bring her home, Don!
People don't understand no, no
They think love is money in the hand
Your sweet lovin' is better than a kiss yeah, yeah
When you love* me, sweet kisses I miss
Love is strange, love is strange

Composição: Ethel Smith