- Stephen Sondheim Poor Baby 歌词
- Stephen Sondheim
- Darling
Yes?
Robert.
What?
I worry.
Why?:
He's all alone.
There's no one
Where?
In his life.
Oh.
Robert ought to have a woman.
Poor baby, all alone,
Evening after evening by the telephone.
We're the only tenderness he's ever known.
Poor baby!
David--
Yes?
Robert.
What?
I worry
Why?
It's such a waste.
There's no one--
Where?
In his life.
Robert ought to have a woman.
Poor baby, sitting there,
Staring at the walls and playing solitaire,
Making conversation with the empty air.
Poor baby!
Robert
Bobby
Robert, angel
Bobby, honey
You know,
No one
Wants you to be happy
More than I do,
No one,
But isn't she a little bit, well,
You know
You know
Face it,
Why her?
Better,
No one isn't she a little bit well
You know
You know
Face it
No one wants you to be happy
More than I do,
No one,
But
Isn't she a little bit, well,
You know, no one
Face it
But isn't she a little bit, well
Dumb?
Tacky?
Vulgar?
Old?
Tall?
Aggressive?
Where is she from?
Neurotic?
Peculiar?
And cheap?
She seems so dead.
And gross?
Depressing?
Goliath!
Poor baby, all alone,
Throw a lonely dog a bone, it's still a bone.
We're the only tenderness he's ever known.
Poor baby!
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