Tell me is love 
Still a popular suggestion, 
Or merely an obsolete art? 
Forgive me for asking 
This simple question; 
I'm unfamiliar with this part 
I am a stranger here myself 

Why is 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 and no one understands 

Love me or leave me 
That seems to be the question 
I don't know which tactics to use 
But if he should offer 
A personal suggestion 
How could I possibly refuse 
When I'm a stanger here myself? 

Please tell me 
Tell a stranger 
My curiousity 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 freshly 
With what have you replaced it? 
What is your latest foibal? 
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 glamour 
That passion is really passe 
If gender is just a term in grammer 
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?