Much More

I'd like to swim
 In a clear blue stream
 Where the water is icy cold
 Then go to town
 In a golden gown
 And have my fortune told
 Just once, just once
 Just once before I am old
 I'd like to be not evil
 But a little wordly wise
 To be the kind of girl designed
 To be kissed upon the eyes
 I'd like to dance till two o'clock
 Or maybe dance till dawn
 Or if the band could stand it
 Just go on and on and on
 Just once, just once
 Before the chance is gone
 I'd like to waste a week or two
 And never do a chore
 To wear my hair unfastened
 So it billows to the floor
 To do the things I'd dreamed about
 But never done before
 Perhaps I'm bad or wild or mad
 With lots of grief in store
 But I want much more
 Than keepin' house
 Much more, much more
 Much more