Tell Me, Pretty

Diga, belo estranho, com esse riso tão civil, entre tantos cumprimentos, por que pousas bem em mim? Tua fala tem cetim, meu cuidado tem razão. Quem sorri por muitas portas sabe dar atenção? Se há outros no teu círculo, finos, claros, de marfim, diga, doce cavalheiro, teu caminho volta a mim? Ah, será? Ai, será? Uma promessa tem medida? Ah, será? Ai, será? Sou visita ou sou escolhida? Tanto cuidado entre nós. Se me deres tua palavra sem prender meu caminhar, talvez eu guarde teu nome bem devagar. Se escolheres meu sorriso quando a rua se abrir, eu te dou meu sim pequeno, quase a ponto de florir. Tell me, pretty stranger, are there more at home so fine? I have heard of charming fellows, but your manners trouble mine. I won’t ask for every name, I won’t count the room. I watch the careful courtesy that turns its face to me. Do those polished gentlemen practice every phrase? Or is your good attention learning softer ways? Kind sir, I keep my caution dressed in satin calm. A pretty word may travel without meaning harm. If I loved you, would you tell me what to do to keep my choosing free and keep your choosing true? If I loved you, would it be foolish, too? For I must love someone, then why not you? I won’t be a pastime, smiling in a row. I can give affection and still decide to go. ("Tell me, gentle stranger") ("Are there any more at home like you?") ("Then why not me?") Tell me, pretty, tell me true, are there more with manners cut as clean as you? If I keep one promise, will you keep one too? For I must love someone, then why not you? If I chose you, would you choose me too? Tell me, pretty, nearly true. I must love someone, then why not you? Might it be you?