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Andrea Mcardle - It Might As Well Be Spring Lyrics

[MARGY]
The things I used to like
I don't like any more
I want a lot of other things
I've never had before
It's just like Mother says
I sit around and mope
Pretending I am wonderful
And knowing I'm a dope

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 have 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 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 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