"Alone in the night, nothing felt right, then he arrived in a cardboard box. His plastic skin, sinking in, sinking in, take me away from reality. Mr. Strange, Mr. Strange, we've got a thing, we've got a thing. Honey watch me slippin'! Mr. Strange, Mr. Strange, oh you're so debonair. Your cold fingers in my hair."
I rather enjoy slightly oddball pop tracks and Jenn Vix has certainly provided that with Mr. Strange. No, it is not a song about the chap from Visage, it is a song detailing adventures with a male blow-up doll. Anyone remember the Police's Be My Girl - Sally? Well, Mr. Strange is like a modern update, a tongue-in-cheek electro-pop version, told from the female perspective. There's an amusing video - give it a watch, you will not be let down.