| Last night he took me in his arms
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| And held me tenderly
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| He said: «I don’t know what’s got into you
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| «But I’m lovin' what I see.»
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| I hid my shame and tried to say
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| The words I longed dreamed of
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| But instead of saying: «Set me free,»
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| I whispered: «I'm in love.»
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| I said: «I guess it’s Spring fever in the middle of Winter
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| «I hear bird singin', an' I feel the warm sunshine too
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| I said: «I guess it’s Spring fever in the middle of Winter
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| «That makes the warm of glowing love,»
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| But I just couldn’t tell him it was someone new
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| I tried to make you understand
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| The reasons I can’t go
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| You love is fresh and new, but his love’s true
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| It’s had time to grow
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| And even though he may no longer
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| Keep me satisfied
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| Don’t you know he’s still got Spring and Fall
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| And Summer on his side
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| I said: «I guess it’s Spring fever in the middle of Winter
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| «I hear bird singin', an' I feel the warm sunshine too
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| I said: «I guess it’s Spring fever in the middle of Winter
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| «That makes the warm of glowing love,»
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| But I just couldn’t tell him it was someone new |