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 a 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 a seashell
Waiting for it to embrace me

I put my soul into what I do
Last night I drew a funny man
With dog eyes and a hanging tongue
It goes way back
I've never liked that 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 to call for you

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