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, thats what I do! Its what I live for! To help unfortunate merfolk like yourself. Poor souls with no one else to turn to I admit that in the past Ive been a nasty They werent kidding when they called me, well, a witch But youll find that nowadays Ive mended all my ways Repented, seen the light, and made a switch True? Yes! And I fortunately know a little magic Its a talent that I always have possessed And here lately, please dont laugh I use it on behalf Of the miserable, 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 So sad So true They come flocking to my cauldron Crying, Spells, Ursula, please! And I help them? Yes, I do Now its happened once or twice Someone couldnt pay the price And Im afraid I had to rake em cross the coals Yes, Ive had the odd complaint But on the whole, Ive been a saint To those poor unfortunate souls Have we got a deal? Ariel If I become human, Ill never be with my father or sisters again Ursula But, youll have your man. Lifes full of tough choices, innit? Oh! And there is one more thing! We havent discussed the subject of payment Ariel But I dont have any Ursula Im 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 Youll have your looks! Your pretty face! And dont underestimate the importance of body language! Ha! The men up there dont like a lot of blabber They think a girl who gossips is a bore Yes, on land, its much preferred For ladies not to say a word And after all, dear, what is idle prattle for? Come on, theyre not all that impressed with conversation True gentlemen avoid it when they can But they dote and swoon and fawn On a lady whos withdrawn Its she who holds her tongue who gets a man Come on, you poor unfortunate soul Go ahead Make your choice Im a very busy woman And I havent got all day It wont cost much Just your voice You poor unfortunate soul Its sad But true If you want to cross the bridge, my sweet Youve got to pay the toll Take a gulp and take a breath And go ahead and sign the scroll Flotsam, Jetsam, now Ive got her, boys The boss is on a roll This poor unfortunate soul
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