Tell me is love still
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 cue,
I'm a stranger here myself

I dream of a day
Of a [bad word] warm day
With my face between his hands
Have I missed the path?
Have I gone astray?
I ask and 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
personal suggestion
How could I possibly refuse
When I'm a stranger here myself?

Please tell me
Tell a stranger
My curiousity goaded
Is there really any danger
That love is now out-moded?
I'm interested especially
In knowing why you waste it [bad word] romance is so fleshly
With what have you replaced it?
What is your latest foibal?
Is [bad word] more exquisite?
Is skiing more enjoyable?
For heaven's sake what is it?

I can't believe
That love has lost its glamour
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
woman with a mission
I must discover the key to his ignition
And then if he should make
diplomatic proposition
How could I possibly refuse?
How could I possibly refuse
When I'm a stranger here myself?