SPRING


my heart was hard as the skin of an alligator
my soul was a cold refrigerator
i wasn’t even me just a good impersonator
i was a mean machine
til you came on the scene
my darling girl you’ve turned my world
one hundred and eighty degrees upon its head
remember before how i’d walk on the floor
now look at me walking on the air instead
i want to dance and i want to sing
because i felt like a clock that had stopped
until you gave me back my spring

without you i was ignorant a boy with no schooling
as useless as a car without fuel in
pathetic as a senile old man drooling
i was a waste of space until i saw your face
my darling girl you’ve turned my world
one hundred and eighty degrees upon its head
remember before how i’d walk on the floor
now won't you look at me walking on the air instead
sun is shining down on every little thing
but i thought it was the middle of winter
until you gave me back my spring
you gave me back my spring
you gave me back my spring

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© david schweitzer 2003