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The things I used to like, I don´t like any more
I want a lot of other things I´ve never had before
It´s just like my mamma says, I sit around and mourn

Pretending that I am so wonderful and knowing I´m adored

I´m as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I´m as jumpy as a puppet on a string
I´d say that I had spring fever
But I know it isn´t spring

I´m as starry eyed and gravely discontented
Like a nightingale without a song to sing
Oh, why should I have spring fever
When it isn´t even spring?

I keep wishing I were somewhere else
Walking down a strange new street
Hearing words I have never never heard
From a man I´ve yet to meet

I´m as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
I´m as giddy as a baby on a swing
I haven´t seen a crocus or a rosebud
Or a robin or a bluebird on the wing
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way
That it might as well be spring
It might as well be, might as well be
It might as well be spring