Barbra Streisand "Don't" Songtext

Don't

Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putterLife's candy and the sun's a ball of butterDon't bring around a cloud to rain on my paradeDon't tell me not to fly, I simply got toIf someone takes a spill, it's me and not youWho told you you're allowed to rain on my paradeI'll march my band out, I'll beat my drumAnd if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sirAt least I didn't fake it, hat, sirI guess I didn't make itBut whether I'm the rose of sheer perfectionA freckle on the nose of life's complexionThe Cinderella or the shine apple of its eyeI gotta fly once, I gotta try once,Only can die once, right, sir?Ooh, life is juicy, juicy and you see,I gotta have my bite, sir.Get ready for me love, 'cause I'm a "comer"I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummerDon't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade,

I'm gonna live and live NOW!Get what I want, I know how!One roll for the whole shebang!One throw that bell will go clang,Eye on the target and wham,One shot, one gun shot and bam!Hey, Mr. Arnstein, here I am ...

I'll march my band out, I will beat my drum,And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir,At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir,I guess I didn't make itGet ready for me love, 'cause I'm a "comer"I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummerNobody, no, nobody, is gonna rain on my parade!

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