It Might As Well Be Spring

It Might As Well Be Spring Astrud Gilberto 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 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 rosebud Or a robin on the wing But I feel so guy in a melancholy way That it might as well be spring It might as well be 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 rosebud Or a robin on the wing But I feel so guy in a melancholy way That it might as well be spring It might as well be spring