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Barbra Streisand Barbra And Other Musical Instruments

I got rhythm... People People who got rhythm Are the luckiest people In the world

Every one knows I'm second hand Rose From Second Avenue I got rhythm, I got rhythm, I got rhythm I got rhythm, I got rhythm, I got rhythm I got rhythm

bore And I could here the boy next door was having fun And that was something that I'd really never done When I was a little girl I wanted to be a soprano But I had to sit and practice on my rotten old piano Playing major scales and

: I got rhythm... People People who got rhythm Are the luckiest people In the world

and now she wants a personal life as well. Eddie tries to advise her one more time, "Don't", and she replies: Don't tell me not to live, Just sit and

come back to me Blast you high, hear me call Must I fight City Hall Here and now, damn it all, come back to me What on Earth must I do Scream and yell

: I'll go my way by myself It's how the comedy ends I'll have to deny myself Love and laughter and friend I'll try to apply myself And teach my heart

melodies abound around us too It's a musical world It is a musical world, and the possibilities of making music are Infinite. So with your kind indulgence and

find him Round and round and round my door I got starlight I got sweet dream I got my man Who can ask for anything more I got rhythm I got music I got