When I Grow Up
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Version 2.0

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Cut my tongue out
I’ve been caught out
Like a giant juggernaut
Happy hours golden showers
On a cruise to freak you out
We could fly a helicopter
Nothing left to talk about
Entertain you
Celebrate you
I’ll be back to frame you
When I grow up I’ll be stable
When I grow up I’ll turn the tables
Trying hard to fit among you
Floating out to wonderland
Unprotected
God I’m pregnant
Damn the consequences
When I grow up I’ll be stable
When I grow up I’ll turn the tables
Blood and blisters
On my fingers
Chaos rules when we’re apart
Watch my temper
I go mental
I’ll try to be gentle
When I grow up I’ll be stable
When I grow up I’ll turn the tables
When I grow up
When I grow up
When I grow up I’ll turn the tables
Don’t take offense
Don’t make amends
Rip it all to shreds
And let it go
Don’t take offense
Don’t make amends
Rip it all to shreds
And let it go
Rip it all to shreds
And let it go
Rip it all to shreds
And let it go
Rip it all to shreds
And let it go

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