I've been a little reluctant
To share my feelings out loud
I've never done well addressing a crowd
But love can't live in shadows
That's not what love's about
It's time romance in the closet came outCall the times with the news
Tell them "Boys, stop the presses
I've got a headline for you"
Just say "I certify there's a guy
Whose love is true"Tell the ships out at sea
Not to send S.O.S's
Everything's fin'ly okay
I'm content with a gent who has sent the clouds away
Climb the highest church steeple
And tell all the folks
I have what they're down on their knees for
I love you and
It's no secret anymoreTell Dear Abby to write
What she wants it won't matter
Because I don't need advice
What you've got is too hot for me not
To roll the dice Let the rumors go wild
Let the gossips just chatter
And let the scandal commence
We'll just tell them we fell and to hell
With common senseTake a deep breath
And sing it all over the place
And then breathlessly whisper the encore
I love you and
It's no secret anymoreI've always played love too close to the vest
Trying to hide it somehow
Acting as if I was under arrest
Till nowPut a sign in Times Square
Get an internet address
Baby dot com turtledove
Ring a bell, start to yell, but just tell
Them we're in loveGet a billboard and paint it
A hundred feet high
Tell all the world what they're in for
You're the man that I simply adore
I love you and
It's no secret anymore
Songwriters
JACK MURPHY, FRANK WILDHORNPublished by
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