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(Maybe he's right. Maybe there is something the matter with me. |
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I just don't see how a world that makes such wonderful things could be bad.) |
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Look at this stuff |
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Isn't it neat? |
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Wouldn't you think my collection's complete? |
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Wouldn't you think I'm the girl |
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The girl who has everything? |
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Look at this trove |
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Treasures untold |
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How many wonders can one cavern hold? |
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Looking around here you think |
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Sure, she's got everything |
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I've got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty |
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I've got whozits and whatzits galore |
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You want thingamabobs? |
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I've got twenty! |
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But who cares? |
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No big deal |
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I want more |
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I wanna be where the people are |
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I wanna see, wanna see them dancin' |
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Walking around on those - what do you call 'em? |
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Oh - feet! |
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Flippin' your fins, you don't get too far |
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Legs are required for jumping, dancing |
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Strolling along down a - what's that word again? |
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Street |
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Up where they walk, up where they run |
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Up where they stay all day in the sun |
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Wanderin' free - wish I could be |
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Part of that world |
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What would I give if I could live out of these waters? |
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What would I pay to spend a day warm on the sand? |
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Bet'cha on land they understand |
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That they don't reprimand their daughters |
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Proper women sick of swimmin' |
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Ready to stand |
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And ready to know what the people know |
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Ask 'em my questions and get some answers |
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What's a fire and why does it - what's the word? |
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Burn? |
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When's it my turn? |
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Wouldn't I love, love to explore that world up above? |
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Out of the sea |
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Wish I could be |
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Part of that world |
