Текст песни Barbra Streisand - Nobody Makes a Pass at Me
Barbra Streisand - Nobody Makes a Pass at Me слова песни
Performed by barbra streisandI want men that I can squeeze, that I can please, that I can teaseTwo or three or four or more!What are those fools waiting for? I want love and I want kissing I want more of what Im missingNobody comes knocking at my front doorWhat do they think my knockers for? If they dont come soon there wont be any more!What can the matter be? I wash my clothes with lux, my etiquettes the best,I spend my hard-earned bucks on just what the ads suggestOh dear what can the matter beNobody makes a pass at me!Im full of kelloggs bran, eat grapenuts on the sly,A date is on the can of coffee that I buyOh dear, what can the matter be? Nobody makes a pass at me!Oh beatrice fair-fax, give me the bare facts,How do you make them fall? If you dont save me, the things the lord gave meNever will be any use to me at all.I sprinkle on a dash of "fragrance de amour,"The ads say "makes men rash" but I guess their smell is pourOh dear what can the matter beNobody makes a pass at me.I use ovaltine and listerine, barbasol and musteroleLife buoy soap and flit, so why aint I got it? I use coca cola and marmola, crisco, lesco and mazola,Ex-lax and vapex, so why aint I got sex? I use albolene and maybellene, alka seltzer, bromo seltzer,Odorono and sensationSo why aint I got fascination? My girdles come from the best, times ads say theyre chickAnd up above Im dressed in the brassier of the weekOh dear, what can the matter be? Nobody makes a pass at me!I use ponds on my skin, with rye-crisp I have thinnedI get my culture in I began "gone with the wind"Oh dear, what can the matter be? Nobody makes a pass at me!Oh dorthy dix, please, show me some tricks,Please, I want some men to holdI want attention and things I cant mentionAnd I want them all before I get too oldI use mum evry day and angelus liplure,But still men stay away just like ivry soap Im pureJust like I result of 99 and 44One hundred percent p.o.Oh dear what can the matter be? Nobody makes a pass at me