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Crazy For Springtime
- Crazy For Springtime -
What kind of season is the winter?
It’s all white and gray, and colorless!
Where’s the fun, when you shiver?
Plus, shoveling snow is just a mess.
We haven’t got much snow this year,
And that’s just totally fine with me…
When spring comes I’ll shed no tear:
Because I’ll be dancing silly and free!
I hate it when the frost kills the plants,
And dooms the flowers one and all…
But winter’s frost not ever supplants:
The song of spring when it does call!
I’m in a mood for springtime, today,
To be wild and crazy and sing loud…
And not care, what anyone will say.
I’m crazy for spring, and I’m proud!
Want to be crazy with me; its’ fun…
And asks so little when you’ll listen?
Before I’m through, I’ll feel the sun,
Even if snow falls and ice will glisten!
Crazy for springtime, that’s the theme,
When the trees sleep, time to dream…
I’ll throw a party and let my spirit soar.
Enough with all the cold, I want more!
Bring me the sun; I totally want it now,
I’ll show you fun as only I know how!
When I was out today, I’d noticed…
I’m kind of unique with the way I am.
My black and red pigtails, just bliss,
Are unique, like my choice to stand:
For what I believe in; what I desire…
And obey no other stupid command.
Just my own feelings, and inner fire…
Which are different and never bland.
I’m rocking my look, being myself!
All around me are ordinary people…
Boring like identical books on shelf,
Of dull libraries beneath tall steeple!
It’s like the winter, devoid of color,
Except for me, and my springtime…
Which bring me no end of comfort.
If I’m crazy, at least it feels sublime!
Want to be crazy with me; its’ cool,
And gives so much: if you’ll give in?
I know what I’m doing; I’m no fool,
I listen to those voices I hear within!
Crazy for springtime, that’s the theme,
When the trees sleep, time to dream…
I’ll throw a party and let my spirit soar.
Enough with all the cold, I want more!
Bring me the sun; I totally want it now,
I’ll show you fun as only I know how!
Well, you can tell I’m a colorful girl.
I don’t like things bland or typical…
I need lots from my own little world,
So things do not ever get to be dull!
Sure, winter will be here for a while,
And it’ll be a bit before spring rises.
But it doesn’t mean I will not smile!
I’m like a flower, full of surprises…
Sometimes a rose black as evening,
Other times as red as blood can be.
At least I’m honest, not deceiving…
I may be crazy, but I think sensibly.
Sometimes one way or just another,
Whatever my heart tells me is right.
Whether like a little girl or a mother,
I’m always me, both day and night!
I’d still like to take mallet and nail…
The crummy weather off into space.
Oh then the wind would really wail!
Because I’d bonk it right in the face.
Crazy for springtime, that’s the theme,
When the trees sleep, time to dream…
I’ll throw a party and let my spirit soar.
Enough with all the cold, I want more!
Bring me the sun; I totally want it now,
I’ll show you fun as only I know how!
What kind of season is the winter?
It’s all white and gray, and colorless!
Where’s the fun, when you shiver?
Plus, shoveling snow is just a mess.
We haven’t got much snow this year,
And that’s just totally fine with me…
When spring comes I’ll shed no tear:
Because I’ll be dancing silly and free!
I hate it when the frost kills the plants,
And dooms the flowers one and all…
But winter’s frost not ever supplants:
The song of spring when it does call!
I’m in a mood for springtime, today,
To be wild and crazy and sing loud…
And not care, what anyone will say.
I’m crazy for spring, and I’m proud!
Want to be crazy with me; its’ fun…
And asks so little when you’ll listen?
Before I’m through, I’ll feel the sun,
Even if snow falls and ice will glisten!
Crazy for springtime, that’s the theme,
When the trees sleep, time to dream…
I’ll throw a party and let my spirit soar.
Enough with all the cold, I want more!
Bring me the sun; I totally want it now,
I’ll show you fun as only I know how!
When I was out today, I’d noticed…
I’m kind of unique with the way I am.
My black and red pigtails, just bliss,
Are unique, like my choice to stand:
For what I believe in; what I desire…
And obey no other stupid command.
Just my own feelings, and inner fire…
Which are different and never bland.
I’m rocking my look, being myself!
All around me are ordinary people…
Boring like identical books on shelf,
Of dull libraries beneath tall steeple!
It’s like the winter, devoid of color,
Except for me, and my springtime…
Which bring me no end of comfort.
If I’m crazy, at least it feels sublime!
Want to be crazy with me; its’ cool,
And gives so much: if you’ll give in?
I know what I’m doing; I’m no fool,
I listen to those voices I hear within!
Crazy for springtime, that’s the theme,
When the trees sleep, time to dream…
I’ll throw a party and let my spirit soar.
Enough with all the cold, I want more!
Bring me the sun; I totally want it now,
I’ll show you fun as only I know how!
Well, you can tell I’m a colorful girl.
I don’t like things bland or typical…
I need lots from my own little world,
So things do not ever get to be dull!
Sure, winter will be here for a while,
And it’ll be a bit before spring rises.
But it doesn’t mean I will not smile!
I’m like a flower, full of surprises…
Sometimes a rose black as evening,
Other times as red as blood can be.
At least I’m honest, not deceiving…
I may be crazy, but I think sensibly.
Sometimes one way or just another,
Whatever my heart tells me is right.
Whether like a little girl or a mother,
I’m always me, both day and night!
I’d still like to take mallet and nail…
The crummy weather off into space.
Oh then the wind would really wail!
Because I’d bonk it right in the face.
Crazy for springtime, that’s the theme,
When the trees sleep, time to dream…
I’ll throw a party and let my spirit soar.
Enough with all the cold, I want more!
Bring me the sun; I totally want it now,
I’ll show you fun as only I know how!
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