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When I Grow Up (iwannabeababe) |
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Mommy, I’m concerned as I grow older,
This head on my shoulder’s The only thing that gets boulder Along with my weight, except in the places I want it The idea, I taunt it Not quite sure how to flaunt it Forget surgery, you can tell when they’re fake Make no mistake The point up is straight And yet I aspire as my shoelace beckons When I bend down to tie it I go blind for twenty seconds “Oh, don’t worry, honey, men like big asses” Yeah, well that passes When they reach higher classes In order to impress the masses, I must be on display Without this belly That always gets my the way I can see the road I’m headed, this obsession with my frame Competing with fame Is the cost of the game There’s plenty of girls out there Know what I’m trying to say When I grow up, I wanna be a Oh, oh I, I… I wanna be a babe Most girls are made of sugar and spice, Everything nice Made ya look twice Hips that’ll rock the curves of your mind Swerves so divine Nervous? So fine! Lips that’ll make you so wanna kiss her Swear that you’ll miss her Never dare dis her Hey….Know what I got? Whiskers! Just enough to notice, but not enough to shave No body part’s safe My hair never behaves At least I can say I’ve got electric thighs Kinetic, like thunder Be careful goin’ under I’m not afraid… I’ve been put to the test Oh, there’s more than I jest Well, except for my…. chest Those two little mosquito bites mistaken for nipples No, my breasts are not dimples! Could I get some band-aids for these pimples? Oh, and by the way, please tell me where is my hourglass figure? These places I jiggle Just don’t quite pull the trigger In the heat of the moment I’m ashamed to portray This view I display (To some jerk’s dismay) So tell me, what crazy freak is gonna want me? I don’t even get described As a nice personality For objective I fill in On my resume When I grow up I wanna be a babe Oh, oh I, I… I wanna be a babe (original omitted rap part 1) My buddy Eric at work would obsess all day trying to get some play when our girl Janet came his way? Everyday, guys were wishing they were with her Only chicks that were hotter were her two sisters and they were seeing the same guy - My! - What a shame! Drives me insane/ that I can’t have the same power over a man just by callin’ his name out no matter how loud I shout, still can’t figure it out She would tell me how I’d be just fine “Just give it some time with the right frame of mind, all sorts of ‘Mr. Right’s’ would be turning their heads if you will just hold up yours and stop playing dead Besides, it’s what’s inside that keeps your man from the breakup” Sure, Janet, that’s why you dye your hair and wear so much makeup Hell, you’re the epitome of the trophy wife” Her reply? / “I’m just looking for the finer things in life Be independent or gold diggin’ - either way, you earn your due see, ya gotta figure out what it is you wanna do” “Ah, hell, Janet, I just wanna look - like - you” People are asked all the time, just exactly what it was That they wanted to become when they were growing up In the immortal words of another’s former ‘wealth’ “I’m a rock star now, Maybe when I grow up I’ll be something else! “ (original omitted rap part 2) Man, I saw Janet just the other day - After two kids there’s another on the way Well………. Looks like our boy finally got some play “Hey, haven’t you figured out how those things happen by now?” “Very funny, Lizzie, you still whining about how you look like a cow?” “No, but not much has changed, really, it’s true You’re still just as beautiful ………………..You’ll always look like – you!” I’m getting tired of the demands of this world On the so called whirl Of the ideal girl Makes us all wanna hurl, trying to resist Being put on the list Of becoming the priss Who must exist in order to survive The hype and the jive That’s on the show live Day after day, and it’s ran out it’s play And I’m proud to say A new form is headed our way Look, I’m catching up, just like Momma said I would I’ve been drinking truth And it does a body good In my new frame of mind I’m painting a picture New #1 bitch, ya Can’t take it wit’ ya Ought to the road I’m heading, getting closer by the hour With the new found power Petals pretty on this flower Not quite yet matured, but I’m well on the way And there are plenty of girls out there That know what I’m trying to say When I grow up, oh I said when I grow up I’m already a babe (Repeat 3 times) I Wanna, I Wanna, I Wanna, I Wanna I said I Wanna Be A Babe I said I'm already a babe (Whisper) When I grow up….. Oh, eye…. Copyright 1996/1998 (Elizabeth Anne) 2001 FunkyButtMonkeeMusic, INC / Tick Free Music (BMI) |
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