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
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Credits
- Writers
- Richard Rodgers
- Oscar Hammerstein II
- Rodgers & Hammerstein