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 starryLike 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.
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