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Sweeney: You got room over the shop, don't you? Times is so hard, why don't you rent it out? Mrs. Lovett: People think its haunted. Sweeney: ...Haunted? Mrs. Lovett: Yeah. And who's to say they're wrong? You see, years ago, something happened up there. 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. Sweeney: ...What was his crime? Mrs. Lovett: Foolishness. SongtexteHe had this wife, you see Pretty little thing, silly little nit Had her chance for the moon on a string Poor thing! Poor thing... There this judge, you see Wanted her like mad Everyday he'd send her a flower But did she come down from her tower? Sat up there and sobbed by the hour Poor fool. Ah but there was worse yet to come, poor thing... The Beadle calls on her, all polite Poor thing, poor thing "The Judge," he tells her, "is all contrite, "He blames himself for her dreadful plight, "She MUST come come straight to his house tonight!" Poor thing, poor thing! (Ball music) 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 contrite! She wasn't no match for such craft, you see And everyone thought it so droll! They figured she had to be daft, you see So all of them stood there and LAUGHED, you see Poor soul! Poor thing! Aus Songtexte Mania