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 all right. That’s okay. 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.
Brad Paisley, “The World”