When I grow up   I want to be a forester   Run through the moss on high heels   That's what I'll do   Throwing out boomerang   Waiting for it to come back to me      When I grow up   I want to live near the sea   Crab claws and bottles of rum   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      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 wait for him to catch me      Waiting for you to embrace me