Maybe he's right. Maybe there is something the matter with me. I just don't see how a world that can make such wonderful things Can be bad Look at this stuff Isn't it neat? Wouldn't you think my collections complete? Wouldn't you think I'm the girl? the girl who has everything Look at this trove Treasures untold. How many wonders can one cavern hold? Looking around here you'd think Sure She's got everything I got gadgets and gizmos aplenty I got whozits and whatzits galore You want thingamabobs? I got twenty But who cares? No big deal I want more I Want to be where the people are I Want to see want to see him dancing Walking around on those What do you call them? Oh, feet Flipping your fins you don't get too far Legs are required for jumping dancing strolling along down a What's that word again? Street Up where they walk Up where they run Up where they stay all day in the sun Wandering free Wish I could be Out of that world What would I give If I could live Out of these water worlds? What would I pay To spend a day warm on the sand? Betcha on land They understand That they don't reprimand Their daughters Bright young women Sick ass women Ready to stand And ready to know What the people know Ask them my questions And get some answers What's a fire? And why does it What's the word? When's it my turn? Wouldn't I love Love to explore that shore Up above Out of the sea Wish I could be Part of that world