Martina McBride. Greatest Hits. Strangers. Zeneszám

Two strangers passing on the sidewalk
Barely brush each other's hand
He says "I'm sorry", she says "Don't worry"
And that is how it all began

A few short days and nights together
And it's like they were meant to be
Lying there with her, he softly whispers
Just think what we were so recently

Strangers, strangers, the world's greatest lovers
Last week we were strangers

Two strangers passing in the hallway
Barely touch each other's heart
Now they're pretending, two shadows blending
But they're a million miles apart

Soon she'll be packing up her suitcase
They'll be dividing all the blame
They know how they started, now empty hearted
They don't have a clue how they became

Strangers, strangers, the world's greatest lovers
And now they are strangers, the world's greatest lovers
Have turned into strangers, strangers, strangers