When I grow up I want to be a forester Run through the moss on high heels
That's what I'll do Throwing out a boomerang Waiting for it to come back to me
When I grow up I want to live near the sea Crab claws and bottles of rum That's what I'll have Staring at a seashell Waiting for it to embrace me
I put my soul into what I do Last night I drew a funny man With dog eyes and a hanging tongue It goes way back I never like that sad look From someone who wants to be loved by you
You've got cucumbers on your eyes Too much time spent on nothing Waiting for a moment to arise The face in the ceiling And arms too long I'm waiting for him to catch me