Lyrics Kristin Chenoweth

Kristin Chenoweth

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 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 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?

How could I possibly refuse

When I'm a stranger here myself?