And I, I, I I, I, I, I'll be living up, I'll be living up I, I, I, I'll be throwing it up, I'll be throwing it up I, I, I, I'll be playin it cool, What a girl's gonna do Living on the world turning

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