I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string And 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 Oh, how could I have Spring fever When I know that it isn't even spring?
And I keep wishing I were somewhere else I keep walking down a strange new street I'm hearing words that I have 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 But I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud or a robin on the wing Still I feel so gay in a melancholy way That it might as well be spring Yes, it might as well Might as well be spring
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I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string And 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 Oh, how could I have Spring fever When I know that it isn't even spring?
And I keep wishing I were somewhere else I keep walking down a strange new street I'm hearing words that I have 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 But I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud or a robin on the wing Still I feel so gay in a melancholy way That it might as well be spring Yes, it might as well Might as well Might as well Might as well be springTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
