I'm a Stranger Here Myself lyrics

Tell me, is love still a popular suggestion

Or merely an obsolete art?

Forgive me for asking this simple question,

I'm unfamiliar with his heart -

I am a stranger here myself.

Why is it wrong to murmur, "I adore him"

When it's shamefully obvious I do?

Does love embarrass him or does it bore him?

I'm only waiting for my clue -

I'm a stranger here myself.

I dream of a day, of a gay warm day

With my face between his hands.

Have I missed the path? Have I gone astray?

I ask but no one understands.

Love me or leave me,

That seems to be the question.

I don't know the tactics to use,

But if he should offer

A personal suggestion,

How could I possibly refuse,

When I'm a stranger here myself?

Please tell me, tell a stranger

My curiosity goaded!

Is there really any danger

That love his now out-moded?

I'm interested especially

In knowing why you waste it.

True romance is so fleshly;

With what have you replaced it?

What is your latest foible?

Is Gin Rummy more exquisite?

Is skiing more enjoyable?

For heaven's sake, what is it?

I can't believe

That love has lost its glamor,

That passion is really passé.

If gender is just a term in grammar,

How can I ever find my way,

Since I'm a stranger here myself?

How can he ignore my available condition?

Why these Victorian views?

You see here before you a woman with a mission,

I must discover the key to his ignition

And then if he should make a diplomatic proposition,

How could I possibly refuse?

How could I possibly refuse -

When I'm a stranger here myself?