The World

To the teller down at the bank
You’re just another checking account
To the plumber that came today
You’re just another house
At the airport ticket counter
You’re just another fare
At the beauty shop at the mall
Well you’re just another head of hair
Well that’s alright, that’s ok If you don’t feel important, honey
All I’ve got to say is To the world
You may be just another girl
But to me Baby, you are the world
To the waiter at the restaurant
You’re just another tip
To the guy at the ice cream shop
You’re just another dip
When you can’t get reservations
'Cause you don’t have the clout
Or you didn’t get an invitation
'Cause somebody left you out
That’s alright, that’s ok When you don’t feel important honey
All I’ve got to say is You think you’re one of millions but you’re one in a million to me When you wonder if you matter, baby look into my eyes
And tell me, can’t you see you’re everything to me That’s alright, that’s ok When you don’t feel important honey
All I’ve gotta say is