Much More
I'd like to swimIn a clear blue streamWhere the water is icy coldThen go to townIn a golden gownAnd have my fortune toldJust once, just onceJust once before I am oldI'd like to be not evilBut a little wordly wiseTo be the kind of girl designedTo be kissed upon the eyesI'd like to dance till two o'clockOr maybe dance till dawnOr if the band could stand itJust go on and on and onJust once, just onceBefore the chance is goneI'd like to waste a week or twoAnd never do a choreTo wear my hair unfastenedSo it billows to the floorTo do the thingsI've dreamed aboutBut never done beforePerhaps I'm bad or wild or madWith lots of grief in storeBut I want much moreThan keepin' houseMuch more, much more, much more!