7 AM, the usual morning lineup:
 Start on the chores and sweep 'til the floor's all clean
 Polish and wax, do laundry, and mop and shine up
 Sweep again, and by then it's like 7:15.

 And so I'll read a book
 Or maybe two or three
 I'll add a few new paintings to my gallery
 I'll play guitar and knit
 And cook and basically
 Just wonder when will my life begin?

 Then after lunch it's puzzles and darts and baking
 Paper mache, a bit of ballet and chess
 Pottery and ventriloquy, candle making
 Then I'll stretch, maybe sketch, take a climb,
 Sew a dress!

 And I'll reread the books
 If I have time to spare
 I'll paint the walls some more,
 I'm sure there's room somewhere.
 And then I'll [bad word] and [bad word] 
 and [bad word] and [bad word] my hair
 Stuck in the same place I've always been.

 And I'll keep wonderin' and wonderin'
 And wonderin' and wonderin'
 When will my life begin?

 And tomorrow night,
 Lights will appear
 Just like they do on my birthday each year.
 What is it like
 Out there where they glow?
 Now that I'm older,
 Mother might just
 Let me go ...