[00:10.14]The things I used to like
[00:12.28]I don't like any more
[00:14.43]I want a lot of other things I've never had before
[00:19.05]It's just like my mamma says
[00:22.38]I sit around and mourn
[00:26.96]Pretending that I am so
[00:29.01]Wonderful and knowing I'm adored
[00:38.78]I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm
[00:43.05]I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string
[00:47.80]I'd say that I had spring fever
[00:52.08]But I know it isn't spring
[00:56.47]I'm as starry eyed and gravely discontented
[01:00.91]Like a nightingale without a song to sing
[01:05.51]Oh, why should I have spring fever
[01:09.96]When it isn't even spring?
[01:14.66]I keep wishing I were somewhere else
[01:19.15]Walking down a strange new street
[01:23.65]Hearing words I have never  heard
[01:28.18]From a man I've yet to meet
[01:35.95]I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
[01:41.14]I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
[01:46.20]I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud
[01:50.63]Or a robin on the wing
[01:55.31]But I feel so gay in a melancholy way
[02:02.28]That it might as well be spring
[02:08.87]It might as well be spring