It's my man Cold and wet, tired you bet But all that I soon forget With my man He's not much for looks And no hero out of books He's my man Two or three
s my man Cold and wet tired, you bet, But all that I soon forget with my man He's not much for looks And no hero out of books is my man Two or three girls
Translation: Streisand, Barbra. My Man.
me pain Times he'll know I'm troubled So he'll laugh to cheer me through Till my heart is light As Summer rain... Hmm hmm... Youthful, No, my man ain'
my man Cold and wet tired, you bet, But all that I soon forget with my man He's not much for looks And no hero out of books is my man Two or three girls
world, some other space. He could show me, he could show me. Backup Singers: He could show me while light is fading, somewhere there is some waiting moor. Barbra
My heart belongs to me But now my love, hey didn't I love you But we knew what had to be Some how my love I'll always love you But my heart belongs
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
Lascia ch'io painga La cruda sorte E che sospiri La liberta! Il duolo infranga Queste ritorte De' miei martiri Sol per pieta
Billy is real I should have seen that before All my life on the stage I'm a big success All my life off the stage What a mess! Oh what a mess! All my
Nobody's heart belongs to me Hiegh ho, who cares Nobody writes his songs for me No one belongs to me That's the least of my cares I may be sad at times
yet I hear thunder And I'm breathless why I wonder Weak one moment Then the next I'm fine I feel as if I'm falling every time I close my eyes And flowing through my
Will he like me when we meet? Will the shy and quiet girl he's going to see Be the girl that he's imagined me to be? Will he like me? Will he like the
