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 the seashell
Waiting for it to embrace me

I put my soul in what I do
Last night I drew a funny man
With dog eyes and a hanging tongue
It goes way bad. I never liked a sad look
From someone who wants to be loved by you

I`m very good with plants
When my friends are away
They let me keep the soil moist
On the seventh day I rest
For a minute or two
Then back on my feet and call for you oooh

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

Waiting for it to embrace me