I'd like to swim in a clear blue stream,
Where the water is icy cold.
Then go to town in a golden gown
And have my fortune told.
Just once, just once
Just once before I'm old
I'd like to be not evil
But a little worldly wise.
To be the kind of girl designed
To be kissed upon the eyes.

I'd like to dance till two o'clock,
Or sometimes dance till dawn.
Or if the band could stand it
Just go on and on and on
Just once, just once
Before the chance is gone
I'd like to waste a week or two,
And never do a chore.
To wear my hair unfastened,
So it billows to the floor.

To do the things I've dreamed about,
But never done before.
Perhaps I'm bad, or wild, or mad,
With lots of grief in store.
But I want much more than keeping house,
Much more,
Much more,
Much more!