Intro: 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 oh ohhh ooh oh 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 oooh oooh  oohh 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 to call for you oooh ooh oooh oooh ooh ooh  ooh     ooh ooh ooh 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’m waiting for him to catch me oooh oooh oooh   oooh