Please, God, please...don't let me be normal...

I'd like to swin 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'm old,
I'd like to be not evil,
But a little worldly wise.
To be the kind of girl designed
To be kissed upon the eyes.

I'd like to dance till two o'clock
Or somtimes 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've 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 keeping house!

Much more!
Much more!
Much more!