When I'm Older

When I'm eighteen
I'll pretend I'm a queen.
I'll run and dance throwing a muck.
I'll bury the nightmare
and not stand in despair
as I'll never start to cluck.

 

When I'm twenty five
I'll strive for success singing live
while wearing a pink dress full of glitter.
I'll sing songs full of nonsense
without caring for offense
as I eat a great big apple fritter.

 

When I'm forty-two
I'll hold a grand debut
to celebrate my life so far.
I'll eat cake with my sweet date
staying up past late
while smoking my first cigar.

 

When I'm a old hag
I'll keep dear trinkets in bag
as I hold the hand of my first love.
We'll swing at the old park
looking at the stars in the dark
as we fly away like a dove.