Poor Thing
Johnny Depp"Poor Thing" is a song by Johnny Depp, released in 2007 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:40 long and contains 47 lines and 229 words.
Lyrics
0:22There was a barber and his wife
0:26And he was beautiful
0:30A proper artist with a knife
0:33But they transported him for life
0:37And he was beautiful
0:52He had this wife ya see
0:54Pretty little thing
0:56Silly little nit
0:57Had her chance for the moon on a string
1:01Poor thing
1:05Poor thing
1:08There was this judge you see
1:11Wanted her like mad
1:12Everyday he'd send her a flower
1:16But did she come down from her tower
1:19Sat up there and sewed by the hour
1:22Poor fool
1:24Ah but there was worse yet to come
1:26Poor thing
1:35Well Beadle calls on her all polite
1:38Poor thing
1:40Poor thing
1:41The judge he tells her is all contrite
1:45He blames himself for her dreadful plight
1:48She must come straight to his house tonight
1:51Poor thing
1:53Poor thing
1:59Of course when she goes there
2:00Poor thing
2:01Poor thing
2:02They're having this ball all in masks
2:05There's no one she knows there
2:07Poor dear
2:07Poor thing
2:08She wanders tormented and drinks
2:11Poor thing
2:11The judge has repented she thinks
2:13Poor thing
2:14Oh where is Judge Turpin she asks
2:19He was there alright
2:20Only not so contrite
2:25She wasn't no match for such craft ya see
2:28And everyone thought it so droll
2:31They figured she had to be daft ya see
2:34So all of them stood there and laughed ya see
2:37Poor soul
2:40Poor thing
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
Translation
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