[07:34.00]The things I used to like
[07:34.00]I don't like anymore
[07:34.00]I want a lot of other things
[07:34.00]I've never had before
[07:34.00]It's just like mother says
[07:34.00]I sit around and mope
[07:34.00]Pretending I am wonderful
[07:34.00]And knowing I'm a d**e
[07:34.00]I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm
[07:34.00]I'm as jumpy as puppet on a string
[07:34.00]I'd say that I had spring fever
[07:34.00]But I know it isn't spring
[07:34.00]I am starry eyed and vaguely discontented
[07:34.00]Like a nightingale without a song to sing
[07:34.00]Oh why should I have spring fever
[07:34.00]When it isn't even spring
[07:34.00]I keep I were someone else
[07:34.00]Walking down a strange new street
[07:34.00]And hearing words that I've never head
[07:34.00]From a girl I've yet to meet
[07:34.00]I'm as busy as spider spinning daydreams
[07:34.00]Spinning spinning daydreams
[07:34.00]I'm as giggy as a baby on a swing
[07:34.00]I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud
[07:34.00]Or a robin on the wing
[07:34.00]But I feel so gay in a melancholy way
[07:34.00]That it might as well be spring
[07:34.00]It might as well be spring