paroles de chanson It Might As Well Be Spring - Julie Andrews
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
moan
Pretending
that
I
am
wonderful
and
knowing
I'm
a
dope
I'm
as
restless
as
a
willow
in
a
wind
storm
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
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.
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