Maybe he’s right. Maybe there is something the matter with me.
I just don’t see how a world that makes such wonderful things could be bad.

Look at my stuffs
Isn’t it neat?
Wouldn’t you think my collection’s complete?
Wouldn’t you think I’m the girl
The girl who has everything?

I’ve got books and toys a-plenty
I’ve got blouses and pants galore
You want bags?
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’
Walking around on those - what do you call ‘em?
Oh - heels!

With my bare feet, I don’t get too far
Shoes are required for jumping, dancing
Strolling along down a - what’s that word again?
Street

Out where they walk, out where they run
out 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 this room?
What would I pay to spend a day warm on the sand?
Bet’cha outside they understand
Bright young women sick of staying at home
Ready to stand..!

And ready to know what the people know
Ask ‘em my questions and get some answers
What’s a sunlight and why does it - what’s the word?
Burn?

When’s it my turn?
Wouldn’t I love, love to explore that shore outside?
Out of this room
Wish I could be
Part of that world