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 its been so long, since you held my head   and girl you have lost your place   Its 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