When I grow up, will I be pretty? Will you be big and strong? Will I a dress down to my knees? Will you wear trousers twice as long? Well, I don't care if I'm pretty at all. And I don't care if you never get tall. I like what I look like, and you're nice small. We don't have to change at all.
When I grow up, will I be happy and do what I like to do, Like making noise and making faces and making friends like you. And when I grow up, do you think we'll see That I'm still like you and you're still like me? I might be pretty; you might grow tall. But we don't have to change at all.