2 Poor Kids - Ruth B.

Baby, if you really love me You will better understand That the silver in your pocket Ain't no measure of a man And though the fortunes of our fathers We aspire to rise above When you're born into a breed You're signed in blood I'm a poor man's son Workin' all night long Got a bad guitar And a simple song You're a rich man's daughter Look at what you've done You went and fell in love With a poor man's son Baby, you were born in splendor To a house of wealth and fame Your mother was a spender And you grew up on a stage And girl you could've loved for money Could've fooled around for fame But you went and took a chance On the real thing Though the fortunes of our fathers We aspire to rise above When you're born into a breed You're signed in blood I'm a poor man's son Workin' all night long Got a bad guitar And a simple song You're a rich man's daughter You're a rich man's daughter I'm a poor man's son I'm a poor man's son I'm a poor man's son I'm a poor man's son Poor man's son I'm a poor man's son I'm a poor man's son I'm a poor man's son I'm a poor man's son I'm a poor man's son I'm a poor man's son I'm a poor man's son I'm a poor man's son I'm a poor man's son I'm a poor man's son

I open my business place To make living for my wife and my child For evertyime I open the shop It's always ... My granny eat it out my momma eat it out due to the sufferation I've got to make life some other way My granny is crying my brother is crying That's a poor man style That's a poor man life That's the poor man style Poor man style Any problem sitting in my home I roast up food I hear news flash saying they killed two youths That's the poor man style That's the poor man style Couldn't get no shoes I wish jah jah give me more That's the poor man style Couldn't get no flow I wish jah jah give me more Such a poor man style Couldn't get no... a few walk couple miles That's the poor man style Couldn't get no... That's the poor man style Don't know why whoo That's the poor man style But jah gonna open a way for me No man don't get two... Every man got their chance No matter what the price is ... No matter what the cost We got make it No matter what they say we gotta make it today No matter what they say we've got make it Sitting in my home I hear the news flash say they kill. Oh jah, take a little picture my friends see them lie down Its it's the poor man style Oh no oh no In the poor man style But jah jah give me more Couldn't get no walk a couple miles Girl wants these shoes in the poor man style Jah know

URSULA: The only way to get what you want, Is to become a human yourself. ARIEL: Can you do that? URSULA: My dear, sweet child. That's what I do! That's what I live for! To help unfortunate young 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 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 you lady 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 longing to be thinner, that one wants to get the girl And do I help them? Yes indeed! Those poor unfortunate souls! It's sad, but true! They come flockig to my cauldron, crying "Spells, Ursula, please!" And I help them, yes indeed. Now it's happened once or twice, Someone couldn't pay their 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! Have we got a deal? ARIEL: If I become human, I'll never be with my father or sisters again URSULA: But, you'll have your man! Life is full of tough choices, innit? Oh, and there is one more thing - We haven't discussed the subject of payment! ARIEL: But I don't have- URSULA: I'm not asking much! Just a token, really, a trifle! What I want from you is Your voice ARIEL: But without my voice, how can I- URSULA: You'll have your looks! Your pretty face! And don't underestimate The importance of body language! Ha! 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 For 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 Won't cost much, just your voice! You poor unfortunate soul It's sad, but true If you want to cross the bridge, my sweet You've got to pay the toll Take a gulp and take a breath and Go ahead and sign the scroll! Flotsam, Jetsam, now I've got her boys! The boss is on a roll! This poor unfortunate soul Beluga, sevruga come winds of the Caspian Sea Larynxis Glossitis and Max Laryngitis La Voce to me! Now... Sing! (ARIEL vocalising)

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour