Poor Child Song Lyrics
Beautiful and bruised.
Virginal and used.
How much more must she endure?
Sensitive and hard.
One more girl forever scarred.
QUEENIE BLACK KATE BURRS
Pause for a moment Poor child,
Then throw him a glance
Look askance at Burrs
Show him how it is, Prisoner of shame He's a dime-store fraud
Maybe then he'll get his She's a second-hand broad!
Just pause for a moment Poor child, And when the trap is set
Then offer a stare I'll be there for my Burrs
Let him watch you He thinks he's hers
Walk on air Pure child But he's in for some news
Share a very quiet Searching for a
Light the fuse
And place the bet.
Gently pull him to you Well, What does she
Her hair, think she's doing,
His face, Her smile, doing?
His arms, Her eyes, What does she think
His chest, So tender I am?
I wasn't born yesterday Who does he
Try to be wary and wise Her heart, Hell, Think he's wooing,
His hands, Her soul,
His hips, Her life, wooing?
His legs, So broken. Someone who gives a
She's a sham!
To get lost in his eyes I wasn't born yesterday
How much more She may be pretty
Must she endure? In an hour or two And bat her eyes,
Those heavenly eyes. But soon he'll get wise.
Things will start to unglue.
Pause for a moment Poor child. And Burrs will be waiting Flirt!
Then say your hello.
Watch as Burrs
Begins to blow Poor child. She's a flirt.
Burrs getting angry Generous Then happily I'll go And it's she who'll get
Burrs getting rougher And tight. And bring him to me hurt.
And bring him to me Oh! She's a phony,
Tonight I can She's a sham.
Make him suffer.
Well, we'll see, A stony-eyes lamb.
Show him how it is One more girl Won't we? And she better watch
Maybe then he'll get his. Lost in the night She better watch her stop her step with Burrs,
with Burrs, Or she'll get hers.
Poor child! Or she'll get hers.
She's a beautiful,
I'll settle the score
And I'll make
Her I'll take What's
Mine! Mine! Mine!