I´m as restless as a willow in a windstorm I´m as jumpy as puppet on a string I´d say that I had spring fever But I know it isn´t spring I am starry eyed and vaguely discontented
Like a nightingale without a song to sing O why should I have spring fever When it isn´t even spring I keep wishing I were someone else Walking down a strange new street And hearing words that I´ve never head From a girl I´ve yet to meet I´m as busy as spider spinning daydreams Spinning spinning daydreams I´m as giddy as a baby on a swing I haven´t seen a crocus or a rosebud Or a robin on the wing But I feel so gay in a melancholy way That it might as well be spring It might as Well be Spring
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