Once I was a sentimental thing;. Threw my heart away each spring.. Now a spring romance. Hasn't got a chance.. Promised my first dance to winter.. All I've got to show's a splinter.
Spring this year has got me feeling. Like a horse that never left the post. I lie in my room staring up at the ceiling. Spring can really hang you up the most.
Once I was a sentimental thing;. threw my heart away each spring.. Now a spring romance. hasn't got a chance.. Promised my first dance to winter.. All I've got to show's a splinter.
Once I was a sentimental thing;. Threw my heart away each spring.. Now a spring romance. Hasn't got a chance.. Promised my first dance to winter.. All I've got to show's a splinter.