Poor Child

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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!