You’re the Top Barbra Streisand

At words poetic I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best
Instead of getting it off my chest
To let 'em rest unexpressed
I hate parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar
But if this ditty is not so pretty
At least it'll tell you how great you are
You're the top - you're the Coliseum
You're the top -
Mmm… you're the Louvre museum
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeare sonnet, You're Mickey Mouse
You're the Nile - You're the tower of Pisa
You're the smile - on the Mona Lisa
I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop
But if baby I'm the bottom, you're the top

You're the top, you're Mahatma Ghandi
You're the top - you are Napoleon brandy
You're the purple light of a summer night in Spain
You're the National Gallery
You're Garbo's salary
You're cellophane
You are sublime, you're a turkey dinner
You're the time - the time of the Derby winner
I'm a toy balloon that is fated soon to pop
But if baby I'm the bottom, you're the top, top