Francesca Whitecross - Ten lyrics

Stop looking at me, chickens. What've you got against me? I just need, oh, pretty please, That little egg under your feet. Stop pecking at me, chickens! What've you got against me? Yeah, Mama usually does this chore But she said 'cause I'm ten, I now need to do more Ten! I sorta wanna be nine again, 'Cause now I sleep all alone, do my stuff on my own Ten! I really thought something would happen! Something big, for my birthday, maybe Something huge to sweep me off my feet. Stop judging me, chickens. I've got nothing against you One more egg and I'll be done And you can have your chicken fun. Stop judging me, chickens! I've got nothing against you! I'm almost done with this chore But, of course, I still have more, 'cause I'm Ten! I sorta wanna be nine again, I need to be a lot less lazy, act less like a baby Ten! I really thought something would happen! Something big, for my birthday. You know, Something like Daddy coming home.