Spring Can Really Hang You Up the Most by Ann Hampton Callaway Lyrics

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
I walk in the park just to kill some lonely hours
Spring can really hang you up the most

All afternoon those birds twitter twit
I know the tune: "This is love. this is it!"
Heard it before and I know the score
And I've decided that spring is a bore!
Love seemed 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 hoped it would last
We had our day, now that'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:
"Sulphur and molasses" was the dose
Didn't help a bit, my condition must be chronic
Spring can really hang you up the most
All alone, the party's 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