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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 it is not spring

I am starry-eyed and vaguely discontented
Like a nightingale without a song to sing
Oh, how could 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 that I have never heard
From a man I've yet to meet

I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
Well, I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
Well, I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud or a robin on the wing
Yet I feel so gay in a melancholy way
That it might as well be spring
Oh, it might as well be spring

~~~♫♫♫~~~

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

I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
Well, I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
Well, I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud or a robin on the wing
Yet I feel so gay in a melancholy way
That it might as well be spring
Oh, it might as well be spring
Be spring
Be spring
Be spring

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