文本歌词

It Might as Well Be Spring - Nina Simone (妮娜·西蒙)
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 my mamma says
I sit around and mourn
Pretending that I am so wonderful
And knowing I'm adored
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'm as starry eyed and gravely 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 I have never 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 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 might as well be
It might as well be spring