Second Hand Rose Lyrics by Barbra Streisand

Second Hand Rose

Father has a business strictly second hand
Everything from toothpicks to a baby-grand
Stuff in our apartment came from fathers store
Even things Im wearing someone wore before
Its no wonder that I feel abused
I never get a thing that aint been used

Im wearing second hand hats
Second hand clothes
Thats why they call me
Second hand rose

Even our piano in the parlor
Father bought for ten cents on the dollar
Second hand pearls
Im sick of second hand curls
I never get a single think thats new
Even jake, the plumber, hes a man I adore
Had the nerve to tell me hes been married before!

Everyone knows that Im just
Second hand rose
From second avenue!
From second avenue! nu!

One more time!
Everyone knows that Im just
Second hand rose
[from second avenue!]
From what?
Lets see if you know the fills!
Once while strooling
Through the ritz a girl got my goat...
[she nudged her friend
And said oh look there goes
My old fur coat]
You dont need me!

Everyone knows that Im just
Second hand rose
From second avenue!
[ya cant beat the egg-creams!]
Good! second avenue!
[there is more between me
And fifth avenue, I tell ya]
Right! second avenue!