It Might as Well Be Spring Songtext
von Sylvia Telles

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 I were someone else, walking down a strange new street
And hearing words that I′ve never heard from a girl I′ve yet to meet I'm as busy as spider spinning daydreams, spinning spinning daydreams
I′m as giggy 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.