Besedila: Wanda Jackson. You've Turned To A Stranger.

The nights made you lonely, so you want to roam
You're no longer happy with me or your home
You search for excitement content used to grow
You've turned to a stranger that I hardly know

The flashing of the neon and the songs that they play
The gay crowds and the laughter have lured you away
Once you wanted me with you everywhere that you go
But you've turned to a stranger that I hardly know

I can't wash the pain from my tortured mind
With the gay crowds and the music and the bright lights that shine
If this makes you happy, I don't blame you if you go
You've turned to a stranger that I hardly know

The glamor of the night life can't lure me away
I'd rather sit waiting and hope for the day
You'll return with your love that's faded so slow
No longer a stranger that I hardly know