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.
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Spring Fever
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Loretta Lynn |