These strange days
I learned about myself
I wasted time
Her shine wore off
As the time wore on
I thought she was but I was wrong
The chosen one
My girlfriends gone... Thank God
Like times before
A busy world
Old fashioned lost on a guilty city whore
Through good times
And through the bad times
I want you
But don't want you back
You're on my mind
I want you back
Don't want you back
None of us are saints
This I can tell you
But in these strange days
I have shined, so have you
So don't you preach to me
The things you don't do
But in these strange days
I have shined, so have you
And I feel so let down
And I feel out of place
Well it's been so long, since you held my head
And girl you have lost your place
It's hard to be a whore
Because morals are restrictive
The dead using the dead
Corpse using corpse
People with low morals consider themselves free
But often lack the ability to feel and love
Strangers when you meet
Strangers when you part
That LA, Sunset, Malibu, Hollywood
Kind of sex
Strangers when you meet, strangers when you part
