I don't know if you can hear me
Or if you're even there
I don't know if you would listen to a gyspy's prayer
Yes, I know I'm just an outcast
I shouldn't speak to you
Still I see your face and wonder-
Were you once an outcast too?
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
I've got gadgets and gizmos a plenty
I've got whoozits and whatzits galore
You want thingamabobs?
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 'em dancing
Walking along on those-
What do you call 'em?
Feet!
Flippin' your fins you don't get too far
Legs are required for jumpin', dancin'
Strolling along down that-
What's that word again?
Street
Up where they walk
Up where they run
Up where stay all day in the sun
Wanderin' free
Wish I could be
Part of that world
A whole new world!
A wonderous place I never knew
But now from way up here, it's crystal clear
That now I'm in a whole new world with you
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the Earth
Come role in all the riches all around you
And, for once, never wonder what they're worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to eachother in a circle
In a hoop that never ends
How high does a sycamore grow?
If you cut it down then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wold cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind
If there's a prize for rotten judgment
I guess I've already won that
No man is worth the aggrivation
It's ancient history been there, done that
Who you think you're kidding?
He's the Earth and Heaven to you
Try to keep it hidden
Honey he can see right through you
Face it like a grown up
When ya gonna own up that you've got it bad
No, no chance, no way
I won't say it no, no
You swoon, you sigh
Why deny it oh-oh
It's too cliche
I won't say I'm in love
No
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
A whole new world!
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