When I Grow Up
When I grow up, I'll find a manwho loves me as I am.
He'll put me on a pedestal,
be gentle as a lamb.
Four little kids will call me Mom,
two boys and then two girls.
They'll be so cute, so smart, so good
with blue eyes and blonde curls.
When I grow up, I'll know my heart
I'll know what I'm about.
I'll never question why I'm here,
of that I have no doubt.
It's funny how the years have flown,
life's dealt me a strange lot.
For all that I had hoped to be,
is everything I'm not.
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