I'm a Stranger Here Myself
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 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 lost 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
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?
When I'm a stranger here myself?
When I'm a stranger here myself
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 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 lost 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
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?
When I'm a stranger here myself?
When I'm a stranger here myself
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Writer(s): Kurt Weill, Ogden Nash
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