I never want to marry or to die
I just want to build a kite and fly it in the sky
I only live in castles made of sand
I don't care for many things untouched by human hand

These are the dreams of little girls
Who don't want to grow up
Sugar and spice, all things nice
So they say we're made of
Is that true, is that true

I'll put on my pretty face, tuck away my blues
All dressed up nowhere to go
Someone stole my shoes

These are the dreams of different times
They are not mine they're made up

I won't act like a lady as I'm told
I will have adventures
I'll be scarred and bold
Will I be a sailor off to foreign lands
Will I fly an airplane cross the desert sands

These are the dreams of little girls
Who don't want to grow up
Sugar and spice all things nice
So they say we're made of
Is that true, is that true