I don't understand
You look just like a man
In the picture by our bed
The suspense is pounding and clouding up my head
I'm checking your clothes
And you wear the same size shoes
You sleep in his spot and you're driving his car
But I don't know just who you are

There's a stranger in my house
Took a while to figure out
There's no way you could be who you say you are
You've gotta be someone else
'Cause he wouldn't touch me like that
And he wouldn't treat me like you do
He would adore me
He wouldn't ignore me
So I am convinced there's a stranger in my house

I show who you are
Don't see your shadow around when you walk
You're leaving no kisses
Goodbye with no words
If these walls could talk
They would have nothing to tell
So what could it be?
Is there someone imitating me?
Could she be taking my place?
Look me in the face
And tell me that I'm wrong when I say:


Pop quiz
Tell me where we first kissed
Tell me where my spot is
Tell me if I liked it
Or could it be
That the stranger is me
have I changed so drastically?
Is it I want more
And you remained the same



Tamia Washington-Hill (born May 9, 1975 in Windsor, Ontario) is a Canadian R&B singer. She is noted for her spinto mezzo-soprano, a rangy three octaves, capable of both dark contralto depths and angelic soprano highs. Tamia has released three albums since her discovery by Quincy Jones in 1995, at the age of nineteen: 1998's Tamia, 2000's A Nu Day, and 2004's More. All achieved moderate success on R&B charts and urban radio, but failed to achieve mainstream success. ... Read More