Got a letter today, came as some surprise, it said
“You’re no longer owners of your world”
The paper was a kind that I did not recognise
Had a picture of a little girl

Every TV channel ran the interview
Trying to find out why
All the questions, every language that they knew
But all she did was cry

She said, “You’re all the same
None of you care about the birds in the skies
This isn’t a game
You’re ruining it all, and besides...

This my world just as much as yours”
Little girl who sold the world
“And my friends will take care of it good”
Little girl who sold the world

So everybody’s curious who her friends might be
That’d buy a planet from a child
But all she’d say’s they come from far away
And they’ve all got happy smiles

So the UN’s debating about profit sharing
The fee that came from the stars
But a pack of Rolos seven billion ways
Just doesn’t go very far

And she says, “You’re all the same
None of you care about the rain and the trees
This isn’t a game
You’ve spoilt it all, so please...

This my world just as much as yours”
Little girl who sold the world
“And my friends will take care of it good”
Little girl who sold the world