I expect everyone of my crowd to make fun Of my proud protestations of faith in romance And they'll say I'm naive 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 4th 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