Through the back door, my heart Up the well it's dark and dingy I can the cold sweat on my fingertips What is this you have over me?
You with your black and your 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 women walking beautiful With L.A. dreams and big as basketballs But you've got a cold that could paint them silly And I care if it's good or evil
I met you I'm a stranger to myself, oh Since I met you I'm a to my to myself, oh
I can your footsteps on the floor Devil or angel come and let me your door door, oh move
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, since I met you, I'm a 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 a long, tall, dark, handsome (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)