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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 |
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when I'm no longer small. |
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When I grow up |
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in a year or two or three, |
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I'll be happy as can be |
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like a birdie in a tree. |
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When I grow up |
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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 |
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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 |
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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. |