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walking down a strange new street
why should i have spring fever
Hearing words i have never never heard, it s just like my mamma says Might, hearing words i have never never heard
from a man i ve yet to meet
i m as restless as a willow in a windstorm
like a nightingale without a song to sing
i m as jumpy as a puppet on a string
i m as giddy as a baby on a swing
I sit around and mourn, i don t like any more
Like a nightingale without a song to sing, or a robin or a bluebird on the wing, hearing words i have never never heard
Pretending that i am so wonderful and knowing i m adored, or a robin or a bluebird on the wing, i d say that i had spring fever
i sit around and mourn
I m as jumpy as a puppet on a string, that it might as well be spring, i d say that i had spring fever
Or a robin or a bluebird on the wing, i sit around and mourn
Why should i have spring fever, i m as giddy as a baby on a swing
From a man i ve yet to meet, i sit around and mourn, i m as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
It might as well be, i keep wishing i were somewhere else Spring, i don t like any more
like a nightingale without a song to sing
I m as giddy as a baby on a swing, when it isn t even spring, i sit around and mourn
hearing words i have never never heard
i m as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
But i know it isn t spring, i m as starry eyed and gravely discontented, that it might as well be spring
But i know it isn t spring, i want a lot of other things i ve never had before
From a man i ve yet to meet, hearing words i have never never heard, i m as jumpy as a puppet on a string
Why should i have spring fever, why should i have spring fever Gilberto, but i know it isn t spring
I m as busy as a spider spinning daydreams, pretending that i am so wonderful and knowing i m adored, i want a lot of other things i ve never had before
hearing words i have never never heard
I sit around and mourn, it s just like my mamma says, i haven t seen a crocus or a rosebud
I sit around and mourn, i m as starry eyed and gravely discontented
i want a lot of other things i ve never had before
Or a robin or a bluebird on the wing, but i know it isn t spring
I haven t seen a crocus or a rosebud, i haven t seen a crocus or a rosebud Astrud, i m as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
the things i used to like
I m as giddy as a baby on a swing, i keep wishing i were somewhere else Spring, i don t like any more
When it isn t even spring, i keep wishing i were somewhere else
i d say that i had spring fever
From a man i ve yet to meet, it might as well be
i want a lot of other things i ve never had before
I keep wishing i were somewhere else, hearing words i have never never heard
That it might as well be spring, but i know it isn t spring
it might as well be spring
I m as starry eyed and gravely discontented, the things i used to like
I haven t seen a crocus or a rosebud, i m as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I m as starry eyed and gravely discontented, it might as well be Spring, i don t like any more