Stranger to Myself - Jude Cole

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

All the Mexicans smile freedom

But you’re not like them, you got a heart ofblack ink

And since I met you I’m a stranger to myself

Since I met you I’m a stranger to my Stranger to myself, oh So many women walking 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 Stranger to myself, whoa

I can hear your footsteps on the floor

Devil or angel come and let me through your door

Your door, oh Since I met you I’m a stranger to myself

Since I met you I’m a stranger to myself

Oh, since I met you I’m a stranger to myself

Oh, since I met you I’m a stranger to my Stranger to myself, oh

(Stranger to myself, oh a stranger to myself)

Stranger

(Stranger to myself, whoa, a stranger)

To myself

(Stranger to myself, oh a stranger to myself)

Oh, a stranger

(Stranger to myself, oh, a stranger)

Well you know, darling

Since the day I met you, huh

I’m just a long, tall, dark, handsome

Stranger to myself

Whoa, a stranger