Much More

I'd like to swim

In a clear blue stream

Where the water is icy cold

Then go to town

In a golden gown

And have my fortune told

Just once, just once

Just once before I am old

I'd like to be not evil

But a little wordly wise

To be the kind of girl designed

To be kissed upon the eyes

I'd like to dance till two o'clock

Or maybe dance till dawn

Or if the band could stand it

Just go on and on and on

Just once, just once

Before the chance is gone

I'd like to waste a week or two

And never do a chore

To wear my hair unfastened

So it billows to the floor

To do the things

I'd dreamed about

But never done before

Perhaps I'm bad or wild or mad

With lots of grief in store

But I want much more

Than keepin' house

Much more, much more, much more!