| I expect everyone of my crowd to make fun
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| Of my proud protestations of faith in romance
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| And they’ll say I’m naive as a babe to believe
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| Every fable I hear from a person in pants
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| Fearlessly I’ll face them and argue their doubts away
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| Loudly I’ll sing about flowers in spring
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| Flatly I’ll stand on my little flat feet and say
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| Love is a grand and a beautiful thing
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| I’m not ashamed to reveal
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| The world famous feeling I feel
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| I’m as corny as Kansas in August
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| I’m as normal as blueberry pie
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| No more a smart little girl with no heart
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| I have found me a wonderful guy
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| I am in a conventional dither
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| With a conventional star in my eye
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| And you will note there’s a lump in my throat
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| When I speak of that wonderful guy
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| I’m as trite and as gay as a daisy in May
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| A cliché coming true
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| I’m bromidic and bright
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| As a moon happy night
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| Pouring light on the dew
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| I’m as corny as Kansas in August
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| High as a flag on the 4th of July
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| If you’ll excuse an expression I use
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| I’m in love, I’m in love
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| I’m in love, I’m in love
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| I’m in love with a wonderful guy |