Frank Sinatra

Im as restless as a willow in a windstorm, Im as jumpy as puppet on a string
Id say that I had spring fever, but I know it isnt 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 isnt even spring
I keep I were someone else, walking down a strange new street
And hearing words that Ive never heard from a girl Ive yet to meet
Im as busy as spider spinning daydreams, spinning spinning daydreams
Im as giggy as a baby on a swing
I havent 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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