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 clich 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