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It Might As Well Be Spring
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FROM: State Fair
SUNG BY: Jeanne Crain (Margie Frake)
WRITTEN BY: R. Rodgers/O. Hammerstein
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 know 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 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,
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 rose bud
Or a robin on the wing,
But I feel so gay in a melochony way
That it might as well be spring,
It might as well be spring.
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