I’m A Stranger Here Myself-Dee Dee Bridgewater

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 it's 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?