Tell me is love still a popular suggestion
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Or merely an obsolete art?
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Forgive me for asking, this simple question
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I'm unfamiliar with this part
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I am a stranger here myself
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Why is wrong to murmur, "I adore him"
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When it's shamefully obvious I do?
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Does love embarrass him, or does it bore him?
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I'm only waiting for my clue
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I'm a stranger here myself
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I dream of a day of a gay warm day
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With my face between his hands
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Have I missed the path? Have I gone astray?
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I ask and no one understands
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Love me or leave me
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That seems to be the question
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I don't know which tactics to use
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But if he should offer
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A personal suggestion
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How could I possibly refuse
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When I'm a stranger here myself?
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Please tell me, tell a stranger
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My curiosity goaded
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Is there really any danger
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That love his now out-moded?
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I'm interested especially
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In knowing why you waste it
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True romance is so freshly
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With what have you replaced it?
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What is your latest foibal?
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Is Gin Rummy more exquisite?
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Is skiing more enjoyable?
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For heaven's sake what is it?
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I can't believe
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That love has lost its glamor
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That passion is really passA?A¨Ï
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If gender is just a term in grammar
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How can I ever find my way?
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Since I'm a stranger here myself
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How can he ignore my
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Available condition?
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Why these Victorian views?
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You see here before you
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A woman with a mission
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I must discover the key to his ignition
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And then if he should make
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A diplomatic proposition
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How could I possibly refuse?
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How could I possibly refuse
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When I'm a stranger here myself?
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I'm A Stranger Here Myself
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Kristin Chenoweth |