If Love is strange... a lover's even stranger He'll tell her she outshines his wildest dreams But given time he'll try to rearrange her To fit within the fabric of his schemes Oh... what became of "stay the way you are, love"? Why change the very things you loved me for? What became of "stay the way you are"? The way I was before you called me yours If Love is blind... a lover's even blinder
Her charm he'll say has brought him to his knees From that day on he'll search but never find her The woman she's become will fail to please Uh... what became of "stay the way you are, love"? Why change the very things you loved me for? What became of "stay the way you are"? The way I was before you called me yours