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
When i grow up, i want to be a forester and run thru the moss on high heels...that's what i'll do throwing out a boomerang, waiting for it to come back
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 a seashell Waiting for it to embrace me I
: When i grow up, i want to be a forester and run thru the moss on high heels...that's what i'll do throwing out a boomerang, waiting for it to come
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 a seashell Waiting for it to embrace me I put
