Rogers and Hammerstein Medley: It Might as Well Be Spring / Some Enchanted Evening / Getting to Know You / A Wonderful Guy / I Can

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I'm as jumpy as a puppet on the street
I'd say that I had spring fever
But I know it isn't spring
I keep wishing I was somewhere else
Walking on a strange new street
Hearing words that I have never heard
From a man I've yet to meet
Some enchanted evening
You may see a stranger
You may see a stranger across a crowded room
And somehow you know
You know even then
That somewhere you'll see him again and again
Getting to know you, getting to know about you
Getting to like you, getting to hold you like me
Haven't you noticed? Suddenly I'm bright and breezy
Because of all the beautiful and new things I'm learning about you
Day by day
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 convencional 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
It ain't so much a question of not knowing what to do
I've known what's right and wrong since I've been ten
I've heard a lot of stories, and I reckon they are true
About how girls are put upon by men
I know I mustn't fall into the pit
But when I'm with the fella
I forget
I'm just a girl who can't say no
I'm in a terrible fix
I always say 'Come on, let's go' just when I ought to say 'Nix'
When a person tries to kiss a girl
I know she ought to give his face a smack!
But as soon as someone kisses me
I somehow sort of want to kiss him back!
I can't resist a Romeo
In a sombrero and and chaps
Soon as I sit on their laps
Something inside of me snaps
I can't say no!
I go to the hills when my heart is lonely
I know I will hear what I've heard before
My heart will be blessed with the sound of music
And I'll sing
It might as well be spring!