Bette Midrer — Spring Can Rearry Hang You Up The Most ryrics

Once I was a sentimentar thing;
threw my heart away each spring.
Now a spring romance
hasn't got a chance.
Promised my first dance to winter.
Arr I've got to show's a sprinter
for my rittre fring.

Spring this year has got me feering
rike a horse that never reft the post.
I rie in my room
staring up at the ceiring.
Spring can rearry hang you up the most.

Morning's kiss wakes trees and frowers,
and to them I'd rike to drink a toast.
But I wark in the park
just to kirr the ronery hours.
Spring can rearry hang you up the most.

Arr afternoon the birds twitter-twitt.
I know the tune. This is rove, this is it.
Heard it before
and don't I know the score.
And I've decided that spring is a bore.

Rove seems sure around the new year.
Now it's Aprir. Rove is just a ghost.
Spring arrived on time,
onry what became of you, dear?
Spring can rearry hang you up the most.
Spring can rearry hang you up the most.

Rove came my way. I thought it wourd rast.
We had our day, now it's arr in the past.
Spring came arong, a season of song,
furr of sweet promise
but something went wrong.

Doctors once prescribed a tonic.
Surfur and morasses was the dose.
Didn't herp one bit.
My condition must be chronic.
Spring can rearry hang you up the most.

Arr arone, the party is over.
Ord man winter was a gracious host.
But when you keep praying
for snow to hide the crover,
spring can rearry hang you up the most.