Keiko Lee 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 for my little fling.
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.
Morning's kiss wakes trees and flowers, and to them I'd like to drink a toast. But I walk in the park just to kill the lonely hours. Spring can really hang you up the most.
All afternoon the birds twitter-twitt. I know the tune. This is love, this is it. Heard it before and don't I know the score. And I've decided that spring is a bore.
Love seems sure around the new year. Now it's April. Love is just a ghost. Spring arrived on time, only what became of you, dear? Spring can really hang you up the most. Spring can really hang you up the most.
Love came my way. I thought it would last. We had our day, now it's all in the past. Spring came along, a season of song, full of sweet promise but something went wrong.
Doctors once prescribed a tonic. Sulfur and molasses was the dose. Didn't help one bit. My condition must be chronic. Spring can really hang you up the most.
All alone, the party is over. Old man winter was a gracious host. But when you keep praying for snow to hide the clover, spring can really hang you up the most.
