Nina Simone — It Might As Well Be Spring lyrics

Lyrics

The things I used to like, I donЂ™t like any more,
I want a lot of other things IЂ™ve never had before,
ItЂ™s just like my mamma says, I sit around and mourn
Pretending that I am so wonderful and knowing IЂ™m adored
IЂ™m as restless as a willow in a windstorm,
IЂ™m as jumpy as a puppet on a string,
IЂ™d say that I had spring fever,
But I know it isnЂ™t spring.
IЂ™m as starry eyed and gravely discontented,
Like a nightingale without a song to sing.
Oh, why should I have spring fever,
When it isnЂ™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 IЂ™ve yet to meet.
IЂ™m as busy as a spider spinning daydreams,
IЂ™m as giddy as a baby on a swing,
I havenЂ™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.