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Poor Unfortunate Souls
Caleb Hyles
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My dear, sweet child, that's what I do
It's what I live for
To help unfortunate merfolk like yourself
Poor souls with no one else to turn to
I admit that in the past I've been a nasty
They weren't kidding when they called me, well, a witch
But you'll find that nowadays I've bended all my ways
Repented, seen the light and made a switch
True? Yes
And I fortunately know a little magic
It's a talent that I always have possessed
And here lately, please don't laugh
I use it on behalf of the miserable, very underpressed, pathetic
Poor, unfortunate souls
In pain, in need
This one longing to be thinner
That one wants to get the girl, and do I help them?
Yes, I do
Those poor, unfortunate souls
So sad, so true
They come flocking to my cauldron, crying
Spouse, Ursula, please!
And I help them
Yes, indeed
Now, it's happened once or twice that someone couldn't pay the price
And I'm afraid I had to rake them across the coals
Yes, I've had the odd complaint
But on the whole I've been a saint
To those poor, unfortunate souls
You don't need your voice, sweetheart
Listen
You've got your looks, your pretty face
And don't underestimate the importance of body language hah!
The men up there don't like a lot of blabber
They think a girl who gossips is a bore
Yes, on land it's much preferred for ladies not to say a word
And after all, dear, what is idle prattle for?
Come on, they're not all that impressed with conversation
True gentlemen avoid it when they can
But they don't enshroud in fun
On a lady who's withdrawn
It's she who holds the tongue, who gets the man
Come on, you poor unfunctionate soul
Go ahead, make your choice
I'm a very busy woman and I haven't got all day
It won't cost much, just your voice
You poor unfortunate soul
So sad, so true
If you want to cross the bridge my sweet, you've got to pay the toll
Take a gulp and take a breath, go ahead and sign the scroll
Flotsam, Jetsam, now I've got our boys, the boss is on a roll
These poor, unfortunate souls
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