Letras
When I grow up
In a year or two or three
I'll be happy as can be
Like a birdie in the tree
When I grow up
There's a lot I want to do
I will have real dollies too
Like the woman in the shoe
I want to be a teacher so the children can say
Oh teacher dear, the gang's all here with apples today
When I grow up
I will have a big surprise
For I'll bake the kind of pies
That will make you roll your eyes
And if you see
That you need some company
You can call me up and I'll come down
When I grow up
When I'm sweet sixteen
I'm going to a ball
Of all the ladies there
I'd like to be the best of all
I'll wear a dress of silver lace
They'll call me Princess Curly
I'll be like Cinderella
Except I won't run home so early
I want to meet a handsome prince
With a uniform of gold
But I won't lose my slipper
'Cause my tootsies might get cold
I'll talk with queens and dance with kings
Like a little princess would
If I could only do these things
I promise I'll be good
When I'm twenty-one
I wish that I could look
Like a picture that I saw
In a pretty storybook
A lady all dressed up in white
With flowers in her hand
And such a veil I never saw
The biggest in the land
Four little girls were standing there
Much tinier than me
And they all carried baskets
They looked happy as can be
Everyone was smiling
And having lots of fun
I wish that I could be like that
When I am twenty-one
When I get very, very old
I'll stay at home all day
But I haven't quite made up my mind
It's much too far away
I think that I would like to be