Karaoké Poor Unfortunate Souls La Petite Sirène (comédie musicale) (Sherie Rene Scott)

My dear sweet child

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 kiddin' when they called me well a witch

But you'll find that nowadays

I've mended 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 the lonely and depressed

Pathetic

Poor unfortunate souls

In pain

In need

This one longin' to be thinner

That one wants to get the girl

And do I help them

Yes indeed

Those poor unfortunate souls

So sad

So true

They come flockin' to my cauldron

Cryin' Spells Ursula please

And I help them

Yes I do

Now it's happened once or twice someone couldn't pay the price and I'm afraid I had to rake 'em 'cross the coals

Yes I've had the odd complaint but on the whole I've been a saint to those poor unfortunate souls

Here's my best offer babykins

I know a spell that will turn you into a human for three days

Now it's got a procedural clause

Sort of a squid pro quo

Before the sun sets on the third day you've got to get dear ol' princey to kiss you

If you do you'll stay human forever

Nothin' drastic darlin' I'm sure

And if I don't

Oh look small print

Your soul is mine forever and you're doomed to spend eternity in my watery hell-soaked lair

Lawyers

Don't you just love 'em

Of course there is one more thing

My fee

But I don't have anything

I'm not askin' for much

Only your voice

My voice

If I give away my voice how can I ever

You'll have your looks

Your pretty face

And don't underestimate the power of body language

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But they dote and swoon and fawn on a lady who's withdrawn

It's she who holds her tongue who gets a man

Come on you

Poor unfortunate 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

It's sad but true

If you wanna cross the bridge my sweet you gotta pay the toll

Take a gulp and take a breath

Go ahead and sign the scroll

Flotsam, Jetsam

Now I've got her boys

The boss is on a roll

You poor unfortunate soul hah

Beluga, sevruga

Come winds of the Caspian Sea

Larynxes, glaucitis

Ad max laryngitis

La voce to me

Now sing

Sing your voice over to me

Ah ah ah

Ah ah ah

Ah ah ah ah ah

Ah ah ah

Ah ah ah

Sing and keep singin'

Ah ah ah

Ah ah ah ah ah

Ah ah ah

Ah ah ah

Now swim

Swim

Swim, swim for your life human child

Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Ha ha ha ha ha