Through the back door, my heart Up the well it's dark and dingy I can the cold sweat on my fingertips What is power you have over me?
You with your black eyes and red dress In the afternoon the sun on temple street All the Mexicans freedom But you're not like them, you got a of black ink
And since I met you, I'm a to myself I met you I'm a stranger to my to myself, oh
So many women walking L.A. dreams and eyes big as basketballs But you've got a cold look that could paint them And I don't care if it's or evil
Since I met you I'm a to myself, oh I met you I'm a stranger to my to myself, oh
I can hear your on the floor or angel come and let me through your door Your door, oh
Since I met you, I'm a to myself I met you, I'm a stranger to myself Oh, I met you, I'm a stranger to myself Oh, I met you, I'm a stranger to my to myself, oh, oh
(Stranger to myself, oh a to myself) (Stranger to myself, whoa, a stranger) To, to (Stranger to myself, oh a to myself) Oh, a (Stranger to myself, oh a stranger)
You know, darling, the day I met you I'm just a long, tall, dark, (Stranger to myself, oh a to myself) Stranger to myself, oh a (Stranger to myself, oh a stranger) (Stranger to myself, oh a to myself) (Stranger to myself, oh a stranger) Oh, ooh (Stranger to myself, oh a to myself) (Stranger to myself)