I grew tired of always being the sweet little girl
On ruffled skirts and leg-of-mutton satin shirts.
I’m tired of my good old-fashioned manners;
of always having to pronounce my “r’s and “t’s”.
And I don’t want to pull up my hair anymore.
Instead I’ll just let it dance with the wind
- the entangled mess it has become.
I would climb up a mountain if I could.
I would dance and spin and sing,
Till I would fall down and sleep
With nothing but pure skies above me.
On ruffled skirts and leg-of-mutton satin shirts.
I’m tired of my good old-fashioned manners;
of always having to pronounce my “r’s and “t’s”.
And I don’t want to pull up my hair anymore.
Instead I’ll just let it dance with the wind
- the entangled mess it has become.
I would climb up a mountain if I could.
I would dance and spin and sing,
Till I would fall down and sleep
With nothing but pure skies above me.