| Once I was a sentimental thing,
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| Threw my heart away each Spring;
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| Now a Spring romance hasn’t got a chance
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| Promised my first dance to Winter;
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| All I’ve got to show’s a splinter for my little fling!
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| Spring this year has got me feeling like a horse that never left the post;
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| I lie in my room staring up at the ceiling,
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| Spring Can Really Hang You Up The Most!
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| Morning’s kiss wakes TREES and flowers,
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| And to them I’d like to drink a toast;
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| I walk in the park just to kill lonely hours,
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| Spring Can really Hang You Up The Most.
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| All afternoon those birds twitter twit,
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| I know the tune, «This is love, this is it!»
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| Heard it before and I know the score,
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| And I’ve decided that Spring is a bore!
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| Love seemed sure around the New Year,
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| Now it’s April, love is just a ghost;
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| Spring arrived on time, only what became of you, dear?
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| Spring Can Really Hang You Up The Most!
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| Spring Can Really Hang You Up The Most!
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| Spring is here, there’s no mistaking
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| Robins building nests from coast to coast;
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| My heart tries to sing so they won’t hear it breaking,
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| Spring Can Really Hang You Up The Most!
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| College boys are writing sonnets,
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| In the «Tender passion"they're engrossed;
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| But I’m on the shelf with last YEAR’s Easter bonnets,
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| Spring Can Really Hang You Up The Most!
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| Love came my way, I hope it would last;
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| We had our day, now that’s all in the past!
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| Spring came along a season of SUN,
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| Full of sweet promise but SOMETHING wrong!
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| Doctors once prescribed a tonic,
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| «Sulphur and MOLASSES"was the dose;
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| Didn’t help a bit, my condition must be chronic,
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| Spring Can Really Hang You Up The Most!
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| All alone, the party’s over,
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| Old man Winter was a gracious host;
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| But when you keep praying for snow to hide the clover
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| Spring Can Really Hang You Up The Most! |