PEOPLE ARE STRANGE

I went out one Friday night with workmates and one of them played The Doors from the jukebox. Reminds me of my good, old friends from College(Fan-Fan, Duday, Karen, Rickey, Ollie, Sheiloh, Cherry, and the Tito Boy's kids)who know the meaning of fun and friendship. Here's to you, guys. I miss you!

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange