I expect everyone of my crowd to make fun

Of my proud protestations of faith in romance

And they'll say I'm naïve as a babe to believe

Every fable I hear from a person in pants



Fearlessly I'll face them and argue their doubts away

Loudly I'll sing about flowers in spring

Flatly I'll stand on my little flat feet and say

Love is a grand and a beautiful thing



I'm not ashamed to reveal

The world famous feeling I feel



I'm as corny as Kansas in August

I'm as normal as blueberry pie

No more a smart little girl with no heart

I have found me a wonderful guy



I am in a conventional dither

With a conventional star in my eye

And you will note there's a lump in my throat

When I speak of that wonderful guy



I'm as trite and as gay as a daisy in May

A cliché coming true

I'm bromidic and bright

As a moon-happy night

Pouring light on the dew



I'm as corny as Kansas in August

High as a flag on the Fourth of July

If you'll excuse an expression I use

I'm in love, I'm in love

I'm in love, I'm in love

I'm in love with a wonderful guy