Boy Least Likely To When I Grow Up I Want To Be A Boy Again
The smell of sun tan cream
Reminds me of you smiling sadly back at me
As I sat there in my bubble stacking pebbles on a sunny
day
I still remember when I was younf I thought I would be
young forever
I swim round and round on my tin foil pond
Like an ugly duckling that does not want to have to turn
into a swan yet
When I grow up I want to be a boy again
I still get excited when it snows
Sitting in my bubble with my imaginary friends
Wishing that we didn't have to be so realistic all the
time
I like awake at night and count the stars
And I fill jam jars with little plastic flowers
I go round and round in circles on my hamster wheel
I can feel the whole world quietly closing in on me in my
little bubble
When I grow up I want to be a boy again
I still get excited when it snows
Sitting in my bubble with a box of felt tip pens
Wishing that we didn't have to be so realistic all the
time