Текст (слова) песни: Nina Simone - It Might Aswell Be Spring
The things I used to like, I don`t like any more, I want a lot of other things I`ve never had before, It`s just like my mamma says, I sit around and mourn Pretending that I am so wonderful and knowing I`m adored
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 I have never 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 or a bluebird on the wing, But I feel so gay in a melancholy way, That it might as well be spring, It might as well be, might as well be, It might as well be spring. ------------------------------------------------------------------------
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