Maybe he's right, maybe there's is something mather with me heh.. He just don't see how world makes such wonderful things, could be bad.... Look at this stuff, is'nt it neet? Wouldent you think my coletion's complete, wouldent you think im the girl, the girl who has everything, look at this troof, treasurs on told, how meny wonders can one keavern hold, looking around here you think, show her.. she's got everything.. i've got getshes and giftsmoes in plenty i've got who'es it's whats its for lord.. He whants thing of aboves i've got twenty.. But who cares? No big deal... i whant more. I wanna be where the people are, i wanna see wanna see them dancing, walking aorund on thoes.. what do you call them? oh feet.. Fleeping your finns you don't get to far.. Legs her ricured for jumping dancing, strolling allong, down on Whats that word again? street.. Up where they walk, up where they run, Up where they stay all day in the sun, Wandering in free, wish i could be, part of that world. What would give, if i could live out of these waters, What would i pay, to spend a day warm on the sand. But up on land, they understand, that they don’t reprement they daughters. Bright young women, sick of swimming, ready to stand. I’m ready to know, what the people know, ask for my questions, And get some answers, whats a fired, and why does it, whats the word, word? When’s it my turn, woulden i love, Love to explore that sure of above... Out of the sea, wish i could be, Part of that world...