It Might As Well Be Spring Testo

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I'm as jumpy as 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
O why should I have Spring fever
When it isn't even Spring
I keep wishing I were someone else
Walking down a strange new street
And hearing words that I've never head
From a girl I've yet to meet
I'm as busy as spider spinning daydreams
Spinning 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 gay in a melancholy way
That it might as well be Spring
It might as well be Spring