I said, "Hey, brown girl, I seen your tears through the window
Of the junk shop downtown"
Sellin' trinkets from your far off homeland
Did the Promised Land let you down?

I said "Hey, young boy, I notice that you ain't afraid to walk next to me
Old man, you look like you're dying
Is that all you want is a quarter from me?"

Oh, you know, sometimes I feel like a stranger, I feel like a stranger

I'm just another face in a faceless crowd
I'm just another king in a headless crown
I'm so alone, you know, I live here in this city
But this place, it just ain't nobody's home

Now how many times do I got to tell you?
There's no such thing as a man made world
And how many times I got to tell you?
There's no such thing as a man-tamed girl

Sometimes I feel like a stranger, I feel like a stranger

I want to buy some flowers for my mother, if I only had a mother
You see, I, I got a happy family, but that's, oh, so far away
Oh, I've got it all here inside me, but I just can't seem to get it out
But I know that with a little imagination
We can work this whole goddamn thing out

Oh, don't make me feel so strange and I feel like a stranger

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Writer(s): DESI CAMPBELL