Poor Thing

Poor Thing - Johnny Depp/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 this wife ya see

Pretty little thing

Silly little nit

Had her chance for the moon on a string

Poor thing

Poor thing

There was this judge you see

Wanted her like mad

Everyday he'd send her a flower

But did she come down from her tower

Sat up there and sewed by the hour

Poor fool

Ah but there was worse yet to come

Poor thing

Well Beadle 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 ya see

And everyone thought it so droll

They figured she had to be daft ya see

So all of them stood there and laughed ya see

Poor soul

Poor thing