It's No Secret Anymore
I've been a little reluctant
To share my feelings out loud
I've never done well addressing a crowd
But love can't live in shadows
That's not what love's about
It's time romance in the closet came out...
Call the times with the news
Tell them "Boys, stop the presses
I've got a headline for you"
Just say: "I certify there's a guy
Whose love is true"
Tell the ships out at sea
Not to send S.O.S's
Everything's fin'ly okay
I'm content with a gent who has sent the clouds away
Climb the highest church steeple
And tell all the folks
I have what they're down on their knees for
I love you and...
It's no secret anymore
Tell Dear Abbey to write
What she wants it won't matter
Because I don't need advice
What you've got is too hot for me not
To roll the dice
Let the rumors go wild
Let the gossips just chatter
And let the scandal commence
We'll just tell them we fell and to hell
With common sense
Take a deep breath and sing it
All over the place
And then breathlessly whisper the encore
I love you and...
It's not secret anymore
I've always played love too close to the vest
Trying to hide it somehow
Acting as if I was under arrest
Till now
Put a sign in Times Square
Get an internet address
Baby dot com turtledove
Ring a bell, start to yell, but just tell
Them we're in love
Get a billboard and paint it
A hundred feet high
Tell all the world what they're in for
You're the man that I simply adore
I love you and...
It's no secret anymore
To share my feelings out loud
I've never done well addressing a crowd
But love can't live in shadows
That's not what love's about
It's time romance in the closet came out...
Call the times with the news
Tell them "Boys, stop the presses
I've got a headline for you"
Just say: "I certify there's a guy
Whose love is true"
Tell the ships out at sea
Not to send S.O.S's
Everything's fin'ly okay
I'm content with a gent who has sent the clouds away
Climb the highest church steeple
And tell all the folks
I have what they're down on their knees for
I love you and...
It's no secret anymore
Tell Dear Abbey to write
What she wants it won't matter
Because I don't need advice
What you've got is too hot for me not
To roll the dice
Let the rumors go wild
Let the gossips just chatter
And let the scandal commence
We'll just tell them we fell and to hell
With common sense
Take a deep breath and sing it
All over the place
And then breathlessly whisper the encore
I love you and...
It's not secret anymore
I've always played love too close to the vest
Trying to hide it somehow
Acting as if I was under arrest
Till now
Put a sign in Times Square
Get an internet address
Baby dot com turtledove
Ring a bell, start to yell, but just tell
Them we're in love
Get a billboard and paint it
A hundred feet high
Tell all the world what they're in for
You're the man that I simply adore
I love you and...
It's no secret anymore
Credits
Writer(s): Frank Wildhorn, Jack Murphy
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