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.
Once I was young yesterday. Perhaps danced with Jim and Paul and kissed some other chaps. Once I was young but never was naive. I thought I had a trick or two up my imaginary sleeve.
Once I was young. Yesterday, perhaps. Danced. With Jim and Paul. And kissed. Some other chaps. Once I was young. But never was naive. I thought I had.
I didn't know what time it was. That I met you. Oh what a lovely time it was. How sublime it was too. I didn't know what day it was. You held my hand.
If they asked me I could write a book. About the way you walk and whisper and look. I could write the preface on how we met. So the world would never forget.
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.