Testi:
Barbra Streisand Martina

I can see Martina as a child of three In the sad seclusion of her nursery Go outside, Martina! Go outside and play Never speak, Martina, put your toys

I can see Martina as a child of three In the sad seclusion of her nursery Go outside, Martina! Go outside and play Never speak, Martina, put your toys

I can see Martina as a child of three In the sad seclusion of her nursery Go outside, Martina! Go outside and play Never speak, Martina, put your toys

It's a god-awful small affair To the girl with the mousy hair But her mother is yelling "No" And her daddy has told her to go But her friend is nowhere

It's a god-awful small affair To the girl with the mousy hair But her mother is yelling "No" And her daddy has told her to go But her friend is nowhere

Traduzione: Streisand, Barbra. Life On Mars.

: It's a god-awful small affair To the girl with the mousy hair But her mother is yelling "No" And her daddy has told her to go But her friend is nowhere