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Barbra Streisand
Barbra Streisand


Background information
Birth name Barbara Joan Streisand
Born April 24, 1942
Born place Brooklyn, New York, U.S.
Genre(s) Traditional pop
Adult Contemporary
Years active 1957—present
Label(s) Columbia Records
Website Website



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Barbra Streisand Album


My Name Is Barbra, Two... (1965)
1965
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I Got Plenty of Nothin'
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He touched me, he put his hand near mine
And then he touched me
I felt a sudden tingle when he touched me
A sparkle, a glow

He knew it...it wasn't accidental, no, he knew it
He smiled and seem to tell me so all through it
He knew it, I know...
He's real, and the world is alive and shining


I feel such a wonderful drive t'wards valentining
He touched me; I simply have to face the fact
He touched me...
Control myself and try to act
As if I remember my name
But he touched me...he touched me...
And suddenly nothing is the same!
'cause he touched me...he touched me...
And suddenly...nothing, nothing, nothing is the same

. . .


The shadow of your smile
When you are gone
Will color all my dreams
And light the dawn
Look into my eyes, my love, and see
All the lovely things you are to me
A wistful little star was far too high
A tear drop kissed your lips and so did i


Now that I remember spring
All the joy that love can bring
I will be remembering
The shadow of your smile
Now when I remember spring
All the love that joy can bring
I will be remembering
The shadow of your smile...

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Quiet night
And all around the calm and boring weather
Quiet night
No other sound, but hearts that beat together
You can almost hear the things I'm thinking


You can almost see my heart take flight...
Whisper low
But don't say no
It's such a quiet night!

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I Got Plenty of Nothin'

[No lyrics]

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There will be violins playing
Softly, somewhere, won't there?
I shall be flying through rainbows
Though I can't fly, shan't I?
And when he lowers his lips
To kiss me, surely
The world will be lost from view
How much of the dream comes true?
He'll be the prince
Out of every childhood story, surely
His arms could crush me
But he will hold me gently, won't he?
And as the dawn slowly opens one eye,
Won't I find life wonderful and new?
How much of the dream comes true?
How much of the dream comes true?

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Daddy has a business,simply secondhand
Anything from toothpicks to a baby pram
Stuff in our apartment, came from father's store
Even clothes i'm wearing,someone wore before
I'ts no wonder that i feel abused I never get a
thing that ain't been used.

Secondhand pearls I'm wearing secondhand clothes
That's why they call me secondhand Rose
Even our piana in the parlour, Daddy bought for ten cents
of a dollar
Second hand pearls, i'm wearing secondhand clothes,
I never get a single thing that's new

Even Jake the plumber he's the man I adore he had the nerve ,
To tell me he's been married before
Secondhand clothes oh I'm just secondhand Rose
On second avenue(x2)

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Handsome, no, my man ain't handsome
But there's a trace of a wondrous grace
In his weary face
Life has done it's best to break him
But his strength and courage
Make him just the kind of man a woman needs
Tender, he ain't always tender
But in his eyes something warm and wise
Lifts me to the skies
If his heart ain't always showing
It's a comfort just to know him
He' s the kind of man a woman needs
Sometimes he'll grow angry
At some foolish things I do


Than he'll forgive to spare 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...mmm...
No, my man ain't youthful
That time's gone by
But his head is high
And his dreams won't die
Though he's had his share of sorrow
He looks forward to tomorrow
He's the kind of man a woman needs
He's the kind of man a woman needs...

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I want a gown of diamonds
Long gloves and sweet perfumes
Hats made of silks and satins
Seaqueens and ostrich plums
I want to wear mascara
Polish my nails real bright
I want to be an actress
Actresses play all night
If I should sneeze it's a sign
All that I want to will be mine
Oh please, pretty, please
Dear nose make me sneeze
I want to find my true love
Like all the love songs say
I want to do what I want
I want to get my way
Wild dreams grow wise
When sweet childhood flies
Time waved a hand


And the breeze blue the sand from my eyes
I want a gown of kingdom
Diamonds would weigh me down
Pompoms and plums are pretty
If you're a circus clown
Funny how black mascara
Streaks when the tears begin
Nail polish, rouge and powder
Can't paint the sparkle in
Once I was slaved to a sneeze
Now sneezing is just a disease
A rose is a rose
And a nose just a nose
True love's a phrase for love songs
Real love's a leaving thing
I want the love worth living
I want the things I sing
I want the love worth living
I want the things I sing

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Troubles really are bubbles they say
And I'm bubbling over today
Spring brings roses to people you see
But it brings hay fever to me
My luck will vary surely
That's purely a curse
My luck has changed,
Yes it's gotten from rotten to worse
Where's that rainbow you hear about
Where's that lining they cheer about
Where's that love nest where love is king ever after
Where's that blue room they sing about
Where's that sunshine they fling about
I know morning will come but pardon my laughter

In each scenario you can depend
On the end where the lovers agree


Where's that lutherio
Where does he roam with his dome
That's as lean as can be
Oh, it is easy to see alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Be just dandy for everybody but me
In each scenario you can depend
On the end where the lovers agree
Where's that lutherio
Where does he roam with his dome
That's as lean as can be
Oh, it is easy to see alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Be just dandy for everybody but me
Oh yeah, I see that rainbow
For everybody but me

. . .


No more soft tears blindly shed
No more soft words blithely said
No more the soft hope in time we'd wed
No more songs for me
Love was life though my heart pled
Love was fooled and my heart fed
Love was my water, my fire, my bread


No more songs for me
No more strong arms, warmly spread
No more strong wine warm and red
No more the strong one
Who warmed my bed
No more songs for me
No more songs for me.

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I'm wearing second hand shoes
Second hand hose
All the girls hand me
Their second hand clothes
Even my pajamas when I darn 'em
Have somebody else's
Initials on 'em
Second hand rings
Hmm... Second hand things
I never get what other girlies do
Once while strolling
Through the Ritz a girl got my goat...
She nudged her friend
And said, oh, look there goes
My old fur coat

I don't believe in
Frettin' and grievin'
Why mess around with strife
I never was caught out
To step and strut out
Give me the simple life
Some find a pleasant dining on pheasants
Those things roll off my comb
Just serve me tomatoes
And mashed potatoes
Any place I hang my hat is home

Oh, I got plenty o' nothin'
And nothin's plenty for me
I got no car,
I got no mule
I got no misery
Don't you see?
I got no lock on my door
That's okay with me
'Cause the things that I prize,
Like the stars in the skies, are all free
I got plenty o' nothin'
And nothin's plenty for me

Once I built a railroad
Made it run,
Made it race
Against time
Once I built a railroad
Now it's done
Brother can you spare a dime?
Say don't you remember
They called me Al
It was Al all the time
Say don't you remember
I'm your pal
Buddy can you spare a dime?

Nobody knows you
When you're down and out
In your pocket's
Not one penny
And your friends
Well, you haven't any
Soon as you get on your feet again
Everybody
Everybody
Is your long lost friend
It's mighty strange
Without a doubt
But nobody knows you
When you're down and out

Oh, every one knows
That I'm just second hand Rose
From Second Avenue
Ya can't beat the egg-creams
From Second Avenue
There is more between me
And Fifth Avenue
Than three blocks
I tell ya
Second Avenue

The flowers in spring
The robins that sing
The sun beams that shine
They're yours, they're mine
And love can come to anyone
Because the best things in life are free

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