Текст песни Barbra Streisand - You`re The Top
Barbra Streisand - You`re The Top слова песни
At words poetic I`m so patheticThat I always have found it bestInstead of getting it off my chestTo let `em rest unexpressedI hate parading my serenadingAs I`ll probably miss a barBut if this ditty is not so prettyAt least it`ll tell you how great you areYou`re the top - you`re the Coliseum. You`re the top - mmm you`re the Louvre museum. You`re a melody from a symphony by Strauss. You`re a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeare sonnet, You`re Mickey Mouse. You`re the Nile - You`re the tower of Pisa. You`re the smile - on the Mona Lisa. I`m a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop. But if baby I`m the bottom, you`re the top. You`re the top, you`re Mahatma Ghandi. You`re the top - you are Napoleon brandy. You`re the purple light of a summer night in Spain.You`re the National Gallery, You`re Garbo`s salary, You`re cellophane. You are sublime, you`re a turkey dinner. You`re the time - the time of the Derby winner. I`m a toy balloon that is fated soon to pop.But if baby I`m the bottom, you`re the top, top.Steve, there is something I got to tell ya.. What is it Judy?Well, ummYou`re the top (I am?) - mmm You`re a Wardof`s cellar Oh No, no let me say itYou`re the top (me too?) - You`re a Berlin ballad You`re the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire (Actually I don`t dance very well)You`re an O`Neill drama, you`re Whistler`s Mother - Mama (oh), You`re Camembert. You`re a rose, (mmm. sweet) You`re Inferno`s Dante. You`re the nose - watch it!I mean Whatwhatwhawha what- on the great Durante.That`s betterI`m the lazy lout who is just about to storm Let`s not stormBut if baby I`m the bottom, She`s the one for meAnd I`ve got `imCoz if baby I`m the bottom, You`re the top.