{verse 1}
Tell me, is love still a popular suggestion
Or merely an obsolete art?
Forgive me for asking the simple question
I'm unfamiliar with his heart
I'm a stranger here myself
Why is it wrong to murmur i adore him
When it's shamefully obvious, it's true
Does love embarrass him or does it bore him?
I'm only waiting for my cue
I'm a stranger here myself
{chorus}
Oh, i dream of a day, of a warm, warm day
With my face between his hands
Have i lost the path? have i gone astray?
I ask, and no one understands
{verse 2}
Love mе or leave me, that seems to bе the question
I don't know the tactics to use
But if he offers a personal suggestion
How could i possibly refuse
When i'm a stranger here myself?
{chorus}
Oh, i dream of a day, of a warm, warm day
With my face between his hands
Have i lost the path? have i gone astray?
I ask, and no one understands
{bridge}
Please tell me, tell a stranger
By curiosity goaded
Is there really any danger
That love is now outmoded?
I'm interested especially
In knowing why you waste it
True romance is so simple
With what have you replaced it?
What is your latest foible?
Is gin rummy more exquisite?
Is skiing more enjoyable?
For heaven's sake, what is it?
{chorus}
Oh, i dream of a day, of a warm, warm day
With my face between his hands
Have i lost the path? have i gone astray?
I ask, and no one understands
{verse 3}
I can't believe that love has lost its glamor
That passion is really passé
If gender is just a word in grammar
How can i ever find my way
When i'm a stranger here myself?
When i'm a stranger here myself?
When i'm a stranger here myself?