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
when I speak of that wonderful guy
I'm as trite and as gay as a daisy
and may a cliché come true
I'm bromidic and bright as the moon,
happy night pouring light on the dune.
I'm as corny as Kansas and 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 wonder
I expect every one of my crowd
to make fun of my proud protestation of faith
And you'll say I'm naïve as a babe
to believe any fable I hear from a person
thinking that love could be
Till all of a sudden that lyr
and hit me smack in the face.
That's how I turned out to be.
I'm as corny as Kansas and 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 God.