I saw a stranger on the street with ugly hair
And ugly shoes ugly face and ugly clothes
A walked away from him but at the next window i looked in
I saw the ugly stranger again
I started to run runaway i was thinking to myself
But no matter where i looked i saw him
Then i stopt runnig and finally saw the stranger was me
I was running from myself
Nobody nows me not even me
I am a stranger even to me