No. 3 - Duet - Arabella and Polly - "Love." Lyrics by Grant Stewart

[Arabella:] When a maiden's all a-flutter,
Come and go the frequent blushes,
Half-formed words her soft lips utter;
All in vain her heart she hushes,
Is it Love? she hardly dares
ask herself the old, old question.
[Polly:] Half the time it isn't Love
but it's only indigestion.
[Arabella:] Love has come it must be so,
for Love will come.
[Polly:] And Love will go.
[Arabella:] What is it causes the soul to mount?
Why, it's Love! Love! Love!
[Polly:] What is it eats up your bank account?
Why, it's Love! Love! Love!
[Arabella:] What is it fills your heart with thrills?
[Polly:] What is it runs up your weekly bills?
[Arabella:] All comprehensive
[Polly:] but very expensive
[Both:] is Love! Love! Love!
[Arabella:] What is it causes the soul to mount?
Why, it's Love, yes, 'tis Love, 'tis Love!
[Polly:] What is it eats up your bank account?
[Arabella:] 'Tis not Love, no 'tis never Love,
[Polly:] What is it runs up your weekly bills?
[Arabella:] What is it fills your heart with thrills?
All comprehensive and never
[Both:] expensive is Love! Love! Love!

[Arabella:] When with Love the soul is aching,
[Polly:] That's the time to look for trouble.
[Arabella:] When a maiden's heart is breaking
[Polly:] Love has come and bent it double.
[Arabella:] What is Love? Ah! who shall say?
Though the heart against it labors,
Why love holds us in its sway?
[Polly:] Only to amuse the neighbors.
[Arabella:] Love is king! full well we know
that Love will come.
[Polly:] And Love will go!
[Arabella:] What is it makes all the
world seem bright?
Why, it's Love! Love! Love!
[Polly:] What is it keeps us awake at night?
Why, it's Love! Love! Love!
[Arabella:] Coming to us with resistless might,
[Polly:] Utterly spoiling our appetite!
[Arabella:] Pow'r all possessing
[Polly:] But very depressing
[Both:] is Love! Love! Love!
[Arabella:] What is it makes all the
world seem bright?
Why, it's Love, yes, 'tis Love, 'tis Love!
[Polly:] What is it keeps us awake at night?
Why, it's Love! Love! Love!
[Arabella:] Coming to us with resistless might,
[Polly:] Always spoiling your appetite!
Power all possessing but very depressing
[Both:] is Love! Love! Love!