| I get a terr’ble awful ache
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| 'specially when it rains.
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| At first I was a 'fraidy cat
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| But now I know it’s growing pains.
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| Gosh! |
| oh gee! |
| oh can’t you see,
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| I’ll soon be grown up tall,
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| So I’ve got to think what I will be When I’m no longer small.
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| When I grow up In a year or two or three,
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| I’ll be happy as can be Like a birdie in a tree.
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| When I grow up There’s a lot I want to do.
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| I will have real dollies too,
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| Like the woman in the shoe!
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| I want to be a teacher so the children can say,
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| Teacher dear
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| The gangs all here
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| With apples today.
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| When I grow up I will have a big surprise,
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| For I’ll bake the kind of pies,
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| That’ll make you roll your eyes.
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| And if you see
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| That you need some company,
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| You can call me up and I’ll come down
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| When I grow up!
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| When I am sweet sixteen I’m going to a ball,
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| Of all the ladies there I’d like to be the best of all;
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| I’ll wear a dress of silver and lace, they’ll call me Princess Curly,
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| I’ll be like Cinderella 'cept I won’t run home so early.
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| I want to meet a handsome prince with a uniform of gold,
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| But I won’t lose my slipper 'cause my tootsies might get cold.
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| I’ll talk with queens and dance with kings like a little princess would;
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| If I could only do these things, I promise I’ll be good.
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| When I am twenty-one I wish that I could look
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| Like the picture that I saw in a pretty story book;
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| A laur little girls were standing there much tinier than me And they all carried baskets, they looked happy as can be,
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| Every one was smiling and having lots of fun;
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| I wish that I could be like that when I am twenty-one.
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| When I get very very old I’ll stay at home all day,
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| But I haven’t quite made up my mind,-- it’s much too far away.
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| I think that I would like to be like the lady on the wall,
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| She looks so nice and comfy in her rocking chair 'n' all.
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| With that little cap upon her head she looks real pretty, too,
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| I like her long and funny dress, I like her hair, don’t you?
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| It must be oh,-- so quiet you can hear the tick of the clock,
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| But it must be fun to have nothing to do but rock, and rock, and rock. |