Johnny Depp, Helena Bonham Carter — Poor Thing

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You got a room over the shop, haven’t you?
If times are so hard, why don’t you rent it out?
People think it’s haunted
Haunted?

Yeah. And who’s to say they’re wrong?
You see, years ago something happened up here.
Something not very nice.
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…
Barker his name was
Benjamin Barker
What was his crime?
Foolishness…
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, ya see…
Wanted her like mad!
Every day he sent her a flower
But did she come down from her tower?
Sat up there and sulked 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 contright
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 contright!
She wasn’t no match for craft, ya see
And everyone thought it so drull
They figured she had to be daft, ya see
So all of them stood there and laughed, ya see

Poor soul!
Poor thing!

NO!
Would no one have mercy on her?
So it is you. Benjamin Barker.
No! Not Barker. That man is dead.
It’s Todd now — Sweeney Todd.
And he will have his revenge.