My Man
                                    written by Maurice Yvain, lyrics by Channing Pollack 
Performed by Fanny Brice in the
                                    Zeigfield Follies (1921) as "Mon Homme (My Man)" 
performed by Barbara Streisand as part of the movie/musical "Funny Girl"
                                    (1968) 
                                    
                                    
                                    
                                    It's cost me alot, 
But there's one thing that I've got 
It's my man. 
Cold and
                                    wet, tired, you bet 
But all that I soon forget 
With my man. 
                                    He's not much for looks 
And no hero out of books 
Is my man... 
Two or three
                                    girls has he 
That he likes as well as me 
But I love him! 
                                    I don't know why I should 
He isn't any good 
He isn't true 
But I'll stick to
                                    him like glue 
What else can I do? 
                                    Oh my man, I love him so! 
He'll never know. 
All my life is just despair 
But
                                    I don't care! 
When he takes me in his arms 
The world is bright, 
All right! 
                                    What's the difference if I say 
I'll go away? 
When I know I'll come back 
On
                                    my knees some day; 
For whatever my man is 
I am his 
Forever more! 
                                    Sometimes I say 
If I just could get away 
With my man 
He'd go straight, sure
                                    as fate, 
For it never is too late 
For a man. 
                                    I just like to dream of a cottage by a stream 
With my man 
Where a few flowers
                                    grew and perhaps a kid or two 
Like my man. 
                                    And then my eyes get wet 
I 'most forget 
'Til he gets hot 
And tells me not
                                    to talk 
such rot... 
                                    Oh my man, I love him so! 
He'll never know. 
All my life is just despair 
But
                                    I don't care! 
When he takes me in his arms 
The world is bright 
All right! 
                                    What's the difference if I say 
I'll go away 
When I know I'll come back 
On
                                    my knees some day 
For whatever my man is 
I am his 
Forever more!