Part of Your World

Look at this stuff, isn't it neat?

Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?

Wouldn't you think I'm a girl, a 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've got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty.

I've got who's-its and what's-its galore.

You want thing-a-ma-bobs? I've got twenty.

But who cares? No big deal, I want more.

I wanna be where the people are.

I wanna see, wanna see them dancin',

walkin' around on those - what do you call them? Oh, feet.

Flippin' your fins, you don't get too far.

Legs are required for jumpin', dancin',

strollin' along down that - what's that word again? Street.

Up where they walk, up where they run.

Up where they stay all day in the sun,

wanderin' free - wish I could be part of that world.

What would I give if I could live out of these waters?

What would I pay to spend a day warm on the sand?

Bet you on land they understand.

Bet they don't reprimand their daughters,

bright young women, sick of swimmin', 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, burn?

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.