When I open my mouth to speak
People are wondering what’s wrong with me
I talk real funny – where am I from?
This, my friend, is a conundrum
‘Cause I’m a Northern girl in a Southern place
Might as well be from outer space
I say “eh” and “y’all” as well
I’m a Canadian Belle
I like hockey but I sure don’t ski
Snow’s real pretty, white’s no good on me
Give me some grits with lots of cheese
And you can say “yes ma’am” to me all you please
CHORUS
I’m a Canadian Belle
Language or color, all the trouble’s the same
People pickin’ fights, just another name
I’m not real used to guns and crime
But I like wearing shorts in the winter just fine
Palmetto bugs don’t make sense to me
Why give wings to something so ugly?
Give me mint juleps or some unsweet tea
And I won’t even mind the humidity
CHORUS
Canadians with their hearts of gold
Will warm you even when it’s cold
Then there’s Southern hospitality
Not much difference far as I can see
CHORUS
‘Cause I’m a Northern girl in a Southern town
I can’t tell if I’m up or down
But I like both and it’s just as well
‘Cause I’m a Canadian Belle
I’m a Canadian Belle
I’m a Canadian Belle…

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