文本歌词

It Might As Well Be Spring (State Fair) - The London Theater Orchestra
The things I used to like
I dont like any more
I want a lot of other things Ive never had before
Its just like my mamma says
I sit around and mourn
Pretending that I am so wonderful and knowing
Im adored
Im as restless as a willow in a windstorm
Im as jumpy as a puppet on a string
Id say that I had spring fever
But I know it isnt spring
Im as starry eyed and gravely discontented
Like a nightingale without a song to sing
Oh why should I have spring fever
When it isnt even spring
I keep wishing I were somewhere else
Walking down a strange new street
Hearing words that I have never never heard
From a man Ive yet to meet
Im as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
Im as giddy as a baby on a swing
I havent seen a crocus or a rosebud
Or a Robin or a bluebird 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