paroles de chanson It Might As Well Be Spring - Laura Fygi

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
O 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
And hearing words that I′ve never head
From a man I′ve yet to meet
I'm as busy as spider spinning daydreams
Spinning 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