When I grow up, I want to be a forester [bad word] through the moss on high heels 
That's what I'll do, throwing out boomerang 
Waiting for it [bad word] back to me 

When I grow up, I want to live near the sea 
Crab claws and bottles [bad word] 
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 dark 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 cry 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 

Waiting for him to embrace me