I expect every one
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
Any fable I hear from a person in pants.

Fearlessly I’ll face them and argue their doubts away.
Loudly I’ll sing about flowers and 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!