I Don't Wanna Grow Old

The smell of cologne
The perfect old suits
The contemporary rooms
It all disgusts me

The classroom games
Computer till two
Dance like a wacko
These things excite me

Days
Weeks
Months
They all pass so fast

Sister
Mother
Father
Never leave me

Some call me babyish
But I like sleeping with my blanket
Some call me childish
But I like the teacup rides

Doesn't matter what anyone thinks
Even when I'm fifty, I'll have the heart of a kid
Doesn't matter how I end up
I'll still be afraid of the dark

Wherever
Whenever
However
I'm still young

I don't wanna wear a stinking suit
I don't wanna drive a stinking car
I don't wanna have a stinking job
I don't wanna grow stinking old