Girl From Illinois Lyrics

She's not the kind of the girl who gets cross without a fuss

But if you must discuss

I'll trust you to just adjust your discussion

She's got the guts

And I'm not the type of boy who's

Cheeks do tend to blush too much

But I've got a hunch that when they do blush up

It's cos I feel that touch I get a rush

I could never be annoyed at the girl from Illinois

I'd throw out all my toys for a chance to be her boy

She's not the type of girl who

Likes to get dressed up to much

But when she does dress up I get eyes like a pup

My eyes well up like two lovers on a come up

She's not the kind of girl who's

Name your inclined to forget

Don't let me hear it just yet, if I hear that tone

Of her clarinet on my cassette, I get the wet cold sweats

I could never be annoyed at the girl from Illinois

I'd throw out all my toys for a chance to be her boy

I could never be annoyed at the girl from Illinois

I'd throw out all my toys for a chance to be her boy