Текст песни Poor Thing - Highlights version - Johnny Depp feat. Helena Bonham Carter

There was a barber and his wife,
And he was beautiful...
A proper artist with a knife,
But they transported him for life.
And he was beautiful...
He had his wife, you see,
Pretty little thing, silly little nut
Had her chance for the moon on a string.
Poor thing, Poor thing
There was this judge you see,
Wanted her like mad,
Every day he′d send her a flower.
But did she come down from her tower?
Sat up there and sobbed by the hour...
Poor fool...
Ah! but there was worse yet to come, poor thing!
The beedle calls on her all polite,
Poor thing, poor thing!
The judge, he tells her, is all contrite,
He blames himself for her dreadful plight
She must come straight to his house tonight,
Poor thing, poor thing!
Of course when she goes there,
Poor thing, poor thing!
They're having this ball all in masks,
There′s no one she knows there,
Poor dear, poor thing!
She wanders tormented and drinks,
Poor thing!
The judge has repented, she thinks,
Poor thing!
Oh where is Judge Turpin, she asks?
He was there alright, only not so contrite!
She wasn't no match for such craft, you see,
And everyone thought it's soo droll.
They figured she had to be drunk, you see,
So all of them stood there and laughed, you see.
Poor soul!
Poor thing!