Song Lyrics
But i know it isn t spring, i m as jumpy as a puppet on a string
Might as well be, walking down a strange new street
I m as starry eyed and gravely discontented, i m as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I haven t seen a crocus or a rosebud, i m as starry eyed and gravely discontented
That it might as well be spring, i keep wishing i were somewhere else
Might as well be, it might as well be spring
I m as starry eyed and gravely discontented, but i feel so gay in a melancholy way, i m as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
hearing words i have never never heard
It might as well be spring, i m as restless as a willow in a windstorm Sarah, i m as starry eyed and gravely discontented
But i feel so gay in a melancholy way, i keep wishing i were somewhere else
i m as restless as a willow in a windstorm
It might as well be, it might as well be spring
it might as well be spring
i m as giddy as a baby on a swing
i m as jumpy as a puppet on a string
I m as jumpy as a puppet on a string, i m as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
I keep wishing i were somewhere else, i d say that i had spring fever Might, when it isn t even spring
Might as well be, walking down a strange new street
It might as well be spring, i m as jumpy as a puppet on a string
Like a nightingale without a song to sing, hearing words i have never never heard, or a robin or a bluebird on the wing
I m as busy as a spider spinning daydreams, walking down a strange new street as, i m as restless as a willow in a windstorm
Walking down a strange new street, hearing words i have never never heard, but i know it isn t spring
or a robin or a bluebird on the wing
It might as well be, walking down a strange new street Be, like a nightingale without a song to sing
i d say that i had spring fever
Walking down a strange new street, it might as well be spring
but i feel so gay in a melancholy way
but i feel so gay in a melancholy way
But i know it isn t spring, hearing words i have never never heard
Might as well be, i d say that i had spring fever
It might as well be, i d say that i had spring fever
But i feel so gay in a melancholy way, why should i have spring fever
It might as well be, but i feel so gay in a melancholy way
it might as well be spring
i m as jumpy as a puppet on a string
i haven t seen a crocus or a rosebud
That it might as well be spring, like a nightingale without a song to sing
But i feel so gay in a melancholy way, it might as well be spring
When it isn t even spring, but i feel so gay in a melancholy way
I m as jumpy as a puppet on a string, it might as well be spring, i m as restless as a willow in a windstorm
