| When I grow up, I want to be a forester
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| Run through the moss on high heels
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| That’s what I’ll do, throwing out a boomerang
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| Waiting for it to come back to me oooh oh
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| When I grow up, I want to live near the sea
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| Crab claws and bottles of rum
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| That’s what I’ll have, staring at the seashell
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| Waiting for it to embrace me oooh oh
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| I put my soul in what I do
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| Last night I drew a funny man
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| With dark eyes and a hanging tongue
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| It goes way bad, I never liked that sad look
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| From someone who wants to be loved by you oooh oh
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| I’m very good with plants
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| When my friends are away
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| They let me keep the soil moist
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| On the seventh day I rest
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| For a minute or two
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| Then back on my feet to cry for you oooh oh
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| You’ve got cucumbers on your eyes
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| Too much time spent on nothing
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| Waiting for a moment to arise
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| The face in the ceiling and arms too long
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| I’m waiting for him to catch me oooh oh |