You work too hard
So when you come home to me
You are tired and you don't wanna talk about it
You envy my drive and how I am motivated
We'll go down to the park
Check out the carnival for a while
And try to forget all about it
I'm out of control
And you don't appreciate it
Believe it, I need it
I feel intoxicated
I love it, I want it
Don't make me leave you for it
You say I have changed
Self-centered and vain
And you don't respect me for it
The world is the same
So I'll play the game
And you've grown to hate me for it
So we rearranged
There's no one to blame
But still you resent me for it
I call all the shots, I hold all the cards
And you feel emasculated
Believe it, I need it
I feel intoxicated
I love it, I want it
Don't make me leave you for it
Believe it, I need this
I feel intoxicated
I love it, I want it
Don't make me leave you for it
Believe it, I need this
I feel intoxicated
I love it, I want it
Don't make me leave you for it
How do we reconcile this?
How do we reconcile this?
How do we reconcile this?
How do we reconcile this?
A riddle to soldier through this
A riddle to soldier through this
A riddle to soldier through this
A riddle to soldier through this
A riddle to soldier through thisFather 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
Even our piano in the parlor
Father bought for ten cents on the dollar
Second hand curls
I'm sick of second hand pearls
I never get a single thing that's new
Even Jake the Plummer, he's the man I adore
He had the nerve to tell me he's been married before!
Everyone knows that I'm just Second hand Rose
From Second avenue
I'm wearing second hand hats
Second hand clothes
That's why they call me
Second hand Rose I'm Wearing second hand hats
Second hand clothes
That's why they call me
Second hand Rose
Even my pajamas when I don ‘em
Got somebody else's ‘nitials on ‘em
Everyone knows
That I'm just Second hand Rose
From Second Avenue
Even my pajamas when I don ‘em
Got somebody else's ‘nitials on ‘em
Everyone knows
That I'm just Second hand Rose
From Second Avenue
I'm wearing second hand clothes
Second hand hose
All the girls hand me their second hand beaus
Once when strolling through the Ritz a girl got my goat
She nudged her friend
And said "Oh look there goes my old fur coat"
Everyone knows that I'm just
Second hand Rose
From Second Avenue
From Second Avenue NU!