When I Grow Up

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 oooh oh 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 oooh oh 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 that sad look From someone who wants to be loved by you oooh oh 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 to call for you oooh oh 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 oooh oh