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