Nobody Makes A Pass At Me

Nobody Makes A Pass At Me - Barbra Streisand (芭芭拉·史翠珊)

Written by：Harold Rome

I want men

That I can please

That I can squeeze

That I can tease

Two or three

Or four or more

What are those fools

Waiting for

I want love

And I want kissing

I want more

Of what I'm missing

Nobody comes knocking at my front door

What do they think my knocker's for

If they don't come soon

There won't be any more

What can matter be

I wash my clothes with luxs

My etiquette's the best

I spend my hard earned bucks

On just what the ads suggest

Oh dear what can I matter be

Nobody makes a pass at me

I'm full of kellogg's bran

Eat grapenuts on the sly

The date on the can

Of coffee that I buy

Oh 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 don't save me

The things the lord gave me

Never 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 pour

Oh dear what can the matter be

Nobody makes a pass at me

I use ovaltine and listerine

Barbasol and musterole

Life buoy soap and flit

So why ain't I got it

I use coca cola and marmola

Crisco lesco and mazola

Exlax and vapex

So why ain't I got sex

I use albolene and maybellene

Alka seltzer bromo seltzer

Odorono and sensation

So why ain't I got fascination

My girdles come from best

Times ads say they're chick

And up above I'm dressed

In the brassier the week

Oh dear what can the matter be

Nobody makes a pass at me

I use pond's on my skin

With rye crisp I have thinned

I get my culture in

I began gone with the wind

Oh dear what can the matter be

Nobody makes a pass at me

Oh dor'thy dix

Please show me some tricks

Please I want some men to hold

I want attention

And things I can't mention

And I want them all

Before I get too old

I use mum every day

And angelus liplure

But still men stay away

Just like I result of 99 and 44

One hundred percent po

What can the matter be

Nobody makes a pass at me

I don't know

Oh dear