Tell me is love still a popular suggestion
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Of me I leave and obsolete option
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Forgive me for asking, this simple question
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I'm unfamiliar with this part, I'm a stranger here myself
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Why is it wrong, to murmur adoring
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When it's shamefully obvious I do
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The love embarasses, or does it bores
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I'm only waiting for my cue
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I'm a stranger here myself
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I dream of a day, of a day one day
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With my face between his legs
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Have I missed the path
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Have I gone astray
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I ask and no one understands
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Love me or leave me, 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, a personal suggestion
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How can I possibly refuse?
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I'm a stranger here myself
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Please tell me, tell me stranger
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My curiosity golden
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Is there really any danger
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That love is now outnoted
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Our interest especially
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And knowing why you wasted
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True romance is so freshly
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What, what have you replaced it
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What is your latest fall by
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You want me more exquisite
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A scheme more enjoyable
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For heaven's sake, what is it?
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I can't believe, that love has lost its glamour
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That passion is really is just, a turn 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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I'm a Stranger Here Myself
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| Caroline Henderson |
