The dress was new – the palest pink
A treat for any little girl I bet I can hear you think
But in the mud it soon turns brown
When your hands are in the soil and there’s treasure to be found

Don’t walk on that grass now
Be quiet and wait in line
Can’t you hurrey up now
Stop that silly crying
Don’t you ever listen
Stop making that fuss
Try and little harder to be one of us

The doll was high upon the shelf
You know she’s not a toy but she’s lonely by herself
And so you climb when backs are turned
Till she’s broken on the floor and the chairs are over turned

Chorus

We made a pact – we both agreed
When at last you were grown up and had turned into me
We’d break those rules – side by side
March on into glory no we would not be denied

Let’s roll on that grass now
Step over that line
Stand and fight your corner
Take your own sweet time
Never be afraid to make a bloody fuss
Or cry just like a baby, when it gets too rough
It would be amazing to be one of us