I'm A Stranger Here Myself from One Touch of Venus, 1943 - Vocal

Tell me is love still a popular suggestion
 Or merely an obsolete art?
 Forgive me for asking, this simple question
 I'm unfamiliar with his heart
 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 cue
 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 the tactics to use
 But if he should offer
 A personal suggestion
 How could I possibly refuse
 When I'm a stranger here myself?
 Please tell me, tell a stranger
 By curiosity goaded
 Is there really any danger
 That love is now out-moded?
 I'm interested especially
 In knowing why you waste it
 True romance is so fleshly
 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?
 I can't believe
 That love has lost its glamor
 That passion is really passe
 If gender is just a term in grammar
 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?