Baby, Is It Love?
Tom Thomas Lehrer
I see flashing strobes
And mirrored globes
And stereo merry-go-rounds
A choir sings
And a thousand strings
Make luxuriant, prurient sounds
You're, like beautiful
This is real, this is right, this is it
You're, like beautiful
This is it, but I have to admit
Though you're hugging me
And there's sunsets and rockets and thunder
Something's bugging me
And I think of tomorrow and wonder
Some kind of magic has captured us
Thrilled and enraptured us
But
Is this emotion devotion
As deep as the ocean
Or what?
Was that a tender caress
Or only a grope?
Baby
Is it love
Or is it the dope?
