Aging is compulsory;

Growing up is taken optionally

I choose to exercise my option...

‘Cause I have pixie dust on me!

I fly to the lands of my fabrication 

I cruise on the improbable seas

I close my eyes and my moons smile...

‘Cause I have pixie dust on me!

I choose to work away my worries 

I decide to heal my injuries 

I hold my scars with aplomb...

‘Cause I have pixie dust on me!

I retreat into my own Neverland

I’m bruised but am eternally free

Call me a girl who wouldn’t grow up...

‘Cause I have pixie dust on me!

My clouds are in my head

My roads are wide and green

I dance in the wind and bloom in the fall...

‘Cause I have pixie dust on me!

I’m every little girl who dreams

I’m the charming tinselled lady

I smile and walk on shards of glass...

‘Cause I have pixie dust on me!