Andrew Lloyd Webber Strange Thing Mystifying Lyrics

Strange Thing Mystifying Lyrics

It seems to me a strange thing, mystifying

That a man like you can waste his time

On such a concubine



Yes, I can understand that she amuses

But to let her kiss you, stroke your hair

That's hardly in your line



It's not that I object to her profession

But she doesn't fit in well

With what you teach and say



It doesn't help us if you are inconsistent

They only need a small

Excuse to put us all away



Who are you to criticise her?

Who are you to despise her?

Leave her, leave her, let her be now



Leave her, leave her, she's with me now

If your slate is clean then you can throw stones

If your slate is not then leave her alone



I'm amazed that men like you

Can be so shallow thick and slow

There is not a man among you

Who knows or cares if I came or go



Save Judas

No you're wrong, you're very wrong

How can you say that?

Not one, not one of you