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Lyrics for 'It Might As Well Be Spring' by 'Nina Simone'
(1945) Richard Rodgers, Oscar Hammerstein Ii
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.
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