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.
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 even spring. . I'm as starry eyed and vaguely discontented.
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 mother says, I sit around and moan.
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,.
The things I used to like, I dont like any more,. I want a lot of other things Ive never had before,. Its just like my mamma says, I sit around and mourn.