When We Grow Up

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.