Barbra Streisand - People
Tekst: Bob Merrill / Muziek: Jule Styne
(1964)






We travel single, oh
Maybe we’re lucky, but I don’t know
With them, just let one kid fall down
And seven mothers faint
I guess, we’re both happy
But maybe we ain’t



People
People who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world
We’re children, needing other children
And yet letting a grown-up pride
Hide all the need inside
Acting more like children than children



Lovers are very special people
They’re the luckiest people in the world
With one person, one very special person
A feeling deep in your soul
Says you were half, now you’re whole
No more hunger and thirst
But first be a person who needs people



People, who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world









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