Astrud Gilberto
It Might as Well Be Spring
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 mournPretending that I am so wonderful and knowing I'm adoredI'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,Letras de cancionesI 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.
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"It Might as Well Be Spring" as written by Ii Hammerstein, Richard Rodgers
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