It Might As Well Be Spring Julie Andrews

[Intro]
The things I used to like
I don't like anymore
I want a lot of other things
I’ve never had before
It's just like mother says
I sit around and mope
Pretending I am wonderful
And knowing I'm a dope

[Verse 1]
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 starry-eyed and vaguely discontented
Like a nightingale without a song to sing
Oh, why should I have spring fever
When it isn't even spring?

[Bridge]
I keep wishing I were somewhere else
Walking down a strange new street
Hearing words that I have never heard
From a man I've yet to meet