"Through the back door
My heart pounding
Up the stairwell it's
Dark and dingy
I can feel the cold sweat
On my fingertips
What is this power you have over me
You with your black eyes
And your red dress
In the afternoon
The sun shines on Temple Street
And all the Mexicans
Smile freedom
But you're not like them
You got a heart of black ink
And...
Since I met you I'm a stranger to myself
Since I met you I'm a stranger to my
A stranger to myself
There's so many women
Walkin' beautiful
With L.A. dreams
And eyes big as basketballs
But you've got a cold look
That could paint them silly
And I don't care if it's good or evil
Since I met you I'm a stranger to myself
Since I met you I'm a stranger to my
A stranger to myself
I can hear your footsteps on the floor
Devil or angel come and let me through your door
Since I met you I'm a stranger to myself
Since I met you I'm a stranger to myself
Since I met you I'm a stranger to myself
Since I met you I'm a stranger to my
A stranger to myself
"