Elegance (Letra)

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Cornelius & barnaby:
Yes, new york
It’s really us
Barnaby and cornelius

Mrs. molloy & minnie:
All the guests of mr. hackl are
Feelin’ great and look spectacular

All:
What a knack
There is to that
Acting like a born aristocrat
We got elegance
If you ain’t got elegance
You can never ever carry it off

Cornelius:
All who are
Well-bred agree
Minnie fay
Has pedigree

Mrs. molloy:
Exercise your wildest whims tonight
We are out with diamond jims tonight

Minnie:
Could they be
Misleading us?

Cornelius & barnaby:
Silver spoons were used for feeding us

All:
We got elegance
If you ain’t got elegance
You can never ever carry it off

[dance interlude]

All:
Middle class
Don’t speak of it
Savoir faire
We reek of it
Some were born with rags and patches but
We use dollar bills for matches and

Minnie:
Vanderbilt
Kowtows to us

Cornelius:
J.p. morgan scrapes and bows to us

All:
We’ve got elegance
We were born with elegance

Barnaby:
I beheave like walter wally
When the streets are full of mud

Mrs. molloy:
And the bluest huckelberry isn’t bluer than my blood

Minnie:
Have you noticed when i hold my cup
The saucer never moves

Cornelius:
And the way i keep my pinky up
Indubitably proves that

All:
We got elegance
We got built in elegance
And with elegance…elegance…
Elegance…elegance…elegance
We’ll carry it off!

All:
We got elegance
If you ain’t got elegance
You can never ever carry it off
We got elegance…

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Elegance (Letra)

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He’s home, and for the
First time ever
He walked alone
In a world he’d once known.

He’s home, just might be
For the better
He walked alone
In a world he’d once known.

They cheer to what you say
And it could be something.
Then they steer so far away
They’re missing nothing.

It reeks of common sense
And it could be something
To live in elegance
As the story goes.

Go home, just might be
For the better.
You’ll seem alone
In a world you’d once known.

Elegance (Letra)

Barbra Streisand

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There are those who own, the world around your own.
And say you want to swan – one to one – hey kid they own the pond.
There are those who rest, and those who make the beds,
And should you seek redress – can’t you guess? hey child they own this mess.
So if these star-dust memories, fail to please,
If you confuse this dinner dance with elegance,
If you suffer lack of due respect,
Take comfort from the guessing game aspect,
That she is least where you expect.
Please be ashamed that you’re afraid, equating elegance and real estate.
When all the bullion in the world, cannot transform what’s simply second rate.
But will yea no come assess me – boastfully.
I’ll not be bought by your silver plated come to me. so don’t you do come try me.
Because these star-dust memories, fail to please.
They’re not alike this dinner dance, this elegance, – and if you
Want to swan – one to one – kid you don’t need the pond
There are those whose time, is due for steep decline.
If you can’t find the spot, where their time stops,
Just ask who built the clocks.