Andrew Lippa - Poor Child [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

BLACK
Poor child, Poor child
Beautiful and bruised
Poor child, Pure child
Virginal and used
Her hair, Her smile, Her eyes
So tender
Her heart, Her soul, Her life
So broken
How much more must she endure?
Poor child, Poor child
Sensitive and hard
One more girl forever scarred


QUEENIE
Pause for a moment
Then throw him a glance Look askance at Burrs and smile show him how it is, maybe then he'll get his
 
 
 
QUEENIE
Just pause for a moment, then offer a stare
Let him watch you walk on air
Share a very quiet rendezvous.
BLACK
Poor child, poor child, prisoner of shame
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
BLACK
Poor child,  
 
 
Poor child,  
 
Searching for a name.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
KATE
He's a dime-store fraud, she's a second-hand Broad!
And when the trap is set, I'll be there my Burrs, he thinks he's her's, but he's in for some news. Light the fuse and place the bet

QUEENIE
Gently pull him to you
His face, his arms, his chest
Try
To be weary and wise
His hands, his hips, his legs
Try
To get lost in his eyes, those heavenly eyes
 
 
 
Pause for a moment then say your hello, watch as Burrs begins to blow!
Burrs getting angry, Burrs getting rougher!
Tonight, I'll make him suffer
Show him how it is, maybe then he'll get his
 
 
KATE
Well,  
 
 
I wasn't born yesterday
Hell,  
 
 
I wasn't born yesterday!
In an hour or two
 
Things will start to unglue
 
 
Burrs will be waiting!
And happily I'll go and bring him to me, and bring him to me!
Well we'll see, won't we?
She better watch her step with Burrs, or she'll get her's.
 
 
BLACK
Her hair, her smile, her eyes, so tender
 
 
Her heart, her soul, her life, so broken
 
How much more must she endure?
 
 
 
 
Poor child,  
 
 
Poor child
Generous and tight
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
One more girl lost in the night
 
 
BURRS
What does she thing she's doing, doing?
What does she think I am?
Who does he think he's wooing, wooing?
Someone who gives a damn!
She's a sham!
She may be pretty and bat her eyes, but soon he'll get wise
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Flirt!
 
She's a flirt!
And it's she who'll get hurt
Oh
She's a phony!
She's a sham!
A stony-eyes lamb
She better
Watch her
Step with
Burrs, or
She'll get
Her's
BLACK
Poor child!
Pure child!
Dangerous, divine
She's a beautiful, virginal, sensitive
Poor child!


 
 
QUEENIE
I'll settle the score
 
 
 
 
Black!
KATE
Predictable bore
 
 
 
I'll take whats
 
Mine!
 
 
 
 
BLACK
And I'll make her
 
Mine!
 
BURRS
Dangerous whore
 
 
I'll take
Whats
Mine!