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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 Spring
I am starry eyed and
vaguely discontented
Like a nightin gale
without a song to sing
Oh why should I
have Spring fever
When 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've yet to meet
I'm as busy
as a spider
spinning day dreams
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
I keep wishing I were
somewhere else
Walking down a
strange new street
Hearing words that
I have never heard
From a Man
I've yet to meet
I'm as busy
as a spider
spinning day dreams
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