(N. Wolfe & F. Forest)

I want a gown of diamonds
Long gloves and sweet perfumes
Hats made of silks and satins
Sequins and ostrich plumes
I want to wear mascara
Polish my nails real bright
I want to be an actress
Actresses play all night
If I should sneeze, it's a sign
All that I want to will be mine
Oh please, pretty, please
Dear nose, make me sneeze!
I want to find my true love
Like all the love songs say
I want to do what I want
I want to get my way
Wild dreams grow wise
When sweet childhood flies
Time waved a hand
And the breeze blew the sand from my eyes
I want a gown of gingham
Diamonds would weigh me down
Pompoms and plumes are pretty
If you're a circus clown
Funny how black mascara
Streaks when the tears begin
Nail polish, rouge and powder
Can't paint the sparkle in
Once I was slave to a sneeze
Now sneezing is just a disease
A rose is a rose
And a nose just a nose
True love's a phrase for love songs
Real love's a living thing
I want the love worth living
I want the things I sing
I want the love worth living
I want the things I sing