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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 I know it isn't even spring
    I'm as starry eyed and vaguely discontented
    Like a nightingale without a song to sing
    Oh, why should
    I have spring fever
    When I know 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 have 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 on the wing
    But I feel so gay in a melancholy way
    That it might as well be spring
    Yes, it might, might as well be spring
    Oh, I keep wishing
    I were somewhere else
    Walking down a strange new street
    Hearing words that
    I have never, never heard
    From a man
    I have 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 on the wing
    My, I feel so gay in a melancholy way
    That it might as well be spring
    Yeah, it might, might as well be spring
  • 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 even spring
    I'm as starry eyed and vaguely discontented
    Like a nightingale without a song to sing
    Oh, why should
    I have spring fever
    When I know 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 have 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 on the wing
    But I feel so gay in a melancholy way
    That it might as well be spring
    Yes, it might, might as well be spring
    Oh, I keep wishing
    I were somewhere else
    Walking down a strange new street
    Hearing words that
    I have never, never heard
    From a man
    I have 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 on the wing
    My, I feel so gay in a melancholy way
    That it might as well be spring
    Yeah, it might, might as well be spring