Letra de It Might As Well Be Spring - Margaret Whiting

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I'm as jumpy as puppet on a string
I'd say that I had spring fever, but I know it isn't spring
I am starry eyed and vaguely discontented
Like a nightingale without a song to sing
Oh why should I have spring fever, when it isn't even spring

I keep wishing I were someone else, walking down a strange new street
Hearing words that I've never heard from a man I've yet to meet
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I'm as busy as 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
It might as well be spring