Barbra Streisand
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Cry Me A River
Now you say you're lonely
You cried the long night through
Well, you can cry me a river
Cry me a river
I cried a river over you
Now you say you're sorry
For being so untrue
Well, you can cry me a river
Cry me a river
I cried a river over you
You drove me,
Nearly drove me
out of my head
While you never shed a tear
Remember?
I remember all
that you said
Told me love was to plebeian
Told me you were through with
me
Now you say you love me
Well, just to prove you do
Cry me a river
Cry me a river
I cried over you
You drove me
Nearly drove me out of my
head
While you never shed a tear
Remember?
I remember all that you said
Told me love was to plebeian
Told me you were through with me...
And now
you say you love me
Well, just to prove that you do...
Come on! Come on!
Cry me a river...
Cry me a river...
I cried a river over you
I cried a
river over you...
A Taste Of Honey
Cold winds may blow over the icy sea
But I'll take with me
The warmth of Thee
A taste of honey,
A taste much sweeter than wine
He
will return...He will return
He'll come back
For the honey and me
I
leave behind
My heart to wear
And may it e?er remind you of
A taste of
honey
A taste much sweeter than wine
He will return...He will return...
He'll come back for the honey and me.
Right As The Rain
Right as the rain
That falls from above
So real, so
right is our love
It came like the spring
That breaks through the snow
I can't say what it may bring
I only know...I only know...
It's right to
believe
Whatever gave your eyes this glow
Whatever gave my heart this song
Can't be wrong
It's right as the rain
That falls from above
And fills
the world
With the blue of our love
As rain must fall
And day must dawn
This love...
This love...
Must go on.
Gotta Move
Gotta move, gotta get out
Gotta leave this place, gotta
find some place
Some other place, some brand new place
Some place where
each face that I see
Won't be staring back at me
Telling me what to be and
how to be it
Some place where I can just be me
Gotta move, got to get out
Gotta leave this town, gotta find some town
Some big new town, some bright
new town
Some new town with new places, new lights
And most of all some
new faces
Gotta find a man, a new man
A man who won't worry 'bout where I
go
A man who wont ask how I learned what I know
A man who will know that
I've gotta be free
A man who will know when to just let me be
Gotta move,
gotta get out
Gotta change my life, gotta find my life
I'll find me a
place in some new town and baby
And when I find me that new place, then maybe
I
Gotta leave this town, gotta leave this place
Gotta find a new
man...Gotta move!
My Coloring Book
For those who fancy coloring books
As certain people do
Here's a new one for you
A most unusual coloring book
The kind you never
see
Crayons ready, very well
Begin to color me
These are the eyes that
watched him
As he walked away
Color them gray
This is the heart that
thought
He would always be true
Color it blue
These are the arms that
held him
And touched him then lost him somehow
Color them empty now
These are the beads I wore
Until she came between
Color them green
This
is the room I sleep in
Walk in and weep in
Hide in that nobody sees
Color it lonely, please
This is the man
The one I depended upon
Color
him gone...
Draw Me A Circle
Draw me a circle that's perfectly round
One curving line,
simple and fine
Now add two ears, and a lopsided nose,
And if you care,
add some hair
Now draw two eyes and make them bright
Because they've just
seen a beautiful sight
Sketch in a mouth with a radiant grin
One coming
deep from within
You've drawn me a circle
And now that you're through,
It's a picture of me after being with you...
Cornet Man
I just put the kids to sleep
And swept the shack,
Took
my sweet man's satchel down
And watched him pack,
I said, "Darlin', while
the stove still smolders,
Unpin your woman's hair and rub her shoulders."
I threw myself across the doorway
Beggin', "Stay, sweet man, stay,"
But
there's more in my man's life
Than this old hag.
It's Jelly Roll Morton,
and a shiny cornet,
And jazzin' the rag!
The lady ain't been born
Can
take the place of a horn,
With a cornet man.
A-goin' where there's
blowin',
Trav'lin' cornet man.
Just anytime they call him
He'll leave
his wife and kiddies
Sittin' with their tongues out
To play for peanuts in
a dive
And blow his lungs out.
He'll hop a choo-choo on a moment's notice
To play some dates with Billy Bates
Or Rag-time Otis!
The lady ain't see
light
Can give a horn a fair fight
With a cornet man
A rootin',
shootin', ever-tootin' Dapper Dan
Who carries in his satchel
A powder-blue
Norfolk suit,
A silver-plated wah-wah mute,
There is whiskey,
gamblin'--each one is a curse,
But I'm up against a devil that's worse.
Yes, a horn is my thorn,
My trav'lin' cornet man!
Kill yourself! Tell me
about it! Yeah! Yeah!
A powder-blue Norfolk suit,
I said a silver-plated wah-wah
mute,
Oh, he's shy on height,
He's short on weight,
But he's the only
man can make my coffee perculate,
A Dapper Dan,
My cornet-playin' man.
After the performance, Nick Arnstein comes backstage,
elegant in formal dress, to pay off a gambling debt to Keeney.
Nick has seen
the show and tells Fanny she's going to be a
big star some day. Fanny asks
how much Keeney is paying her,
and Nick manages to jack up her salary by
pretending to bid on
behalf of a competitor. He gives her his card and kisses
her hand.
Eddie asks Fanny out for a date, but she only wants to be friends;
already she has fallen for Nick, but imagines she'll never see him
again.
Autumn
Autumn, it feels like Autumn
Although the breeze is still
I feel the chill of Autumn
Oh, yes, it's Autumn
It's always Autumn
However green the hill
To me it still is Autumn
I can feel the frost now
That makes my Spring and Summer dreams
Seem lost now
Why can't the Autumn
haze
Recall the days of warm summer laughter?
That faded soon after in the
Autumn
He left in Autumn
And though another season's here
I feel the
emptiness of Autumn
All the year...
My Name Is Barbra
My mother said
That babies come in bottles
But last week
she said
They grew on special babies bushes
I don't believe in the storks
either
They're all in the zoo
Busy with their own babies
And what's a
baby bush anyway?
My name is Barbra...
Second Hand Rose
Father has a business strictly second hand
Everything from
toothpicks to a baby-grand
Stuff in our apartment came from father's store
Even clothes I'm wearing someone wore before
It's no wonder that I feel
abused
I never get a thing that ain't been used
I'm wearing second hand
hats
Second hand clothes
That's why they call me
Second hand Rose
Even our piano in the parlor
Daddy bought for ten cents on the dollar
Second hand pearls
I'm wearing second hand curls
I never get a single
think that's new
Even Jake, the plumber, he's a man I adore
He had the
nerve to tell me he's been married before!
Everyone knows that I'm just
Second hand Rose
From second Avenue!
From Second Avenue!
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