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I might not make it home So don't set a plate for me Our department's been getting slim Since the comebacks in marketing Put your pictures on my desk I'm wearing the sweater you made So give the girls a kiss for me Tell them daddy's working late The worst thing that she ever said to me Was the first thing that she ever said to me I was all alone at happy hour She thought I could use some company It's strange we're strangers I might not make it home I guess I've used than line before My excuses are wearing thin And you patience is getting worse You're always fast asleep When I sneak into be at night Or at least that's how it seems It seems, we'll do anything to hide the lie The worst thing you could ever say to me Could be the last thing that you'll ever say to me I can see you boxing up the kitchen With the girls beside you wrapping dishes Don't be a stranger You don't have to say a word You don't have to make excuses You don't have to change for me We'll continue on as strangers You don't have to say a word (The worst thing that she ever said to me) You don't have to make excuses (Was the first thing that she ever said to me) You don't have to change for me (I was all alone at happy hour) We'll continue on as strangers (She thought I could use some company) Stranger than strangers...
Writer(s): Blixa Bargeld, Anita Lane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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