Tackhead - Strange Things

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Strange things happen on a Friday night
Boy meets girl
There’s a lot of hugging and kissing
Under the golden moon there shines a silver light
Oh I’d like to be one of them
But I’m just a wandering sheep
A wandering sheep on this island
With no one to love me
With no one to care for me
That’s why I say
Someone please take my hand and let us go
I keep on thinking I wish that it was me