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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
China Anne McClain
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
H. Ashman
Songwriter
Alan Menken
Songwriter
Thomas Pasatieri
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Augie Ray
Producer
Lyrics
I admit that in the past, I've been a nasty
They weren't kidding when they called me, well, a witch
But you'll find that nowadays, I've mended all my ways
Repented, seen the light and made a switch
And I fortunately know a little magic
It's a talent that I always have possessed
And here lately, please don't laugh, I use it on behalf
Of the miserable, lonely and depressed
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
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, it's happened once or twice
Someone couldn't pay the price
And I'm afraid I had to rake 'em 'cross the coals
Yes, I've had the odd complaint
But on the whole, I've been a saint
To those poor, unfortunate souls
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
Poor, unfortunate souls, so sad, so true
They come flocking to my cauldron crying, "Spells, Ursula, please"
And I help them, yes I do
The-the men up there don't like a lot of blabber
They think a girl who gossips is a bore
Yes, on land, it's much preferred for ladies not to say a word
And after all, dear, what is idle prattle for?
They're not all that impressed with conversation
True gentlemen avoid it when they can
But they dote and swoon and fawn on a lady who's withdrawn
It's she who holds her tongue who gets a man
(Come on you) Poor, unfortunate soul, go ahead, make your choice
I'm a very busy woman and I haven't got all day
It won't cost much, just your voice
Poor, unfortunate soul, it's sad, but true
It you want to cross the bridge, you've got to pay the toll
Take a gulp and take a breath and go ahead, come on, y'all
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
Poor, unfortunate souls in pain, in need
They come flocking to my cauldron crying, "Spells, Ursula, please"
And I help them, yes I do
Written by: Alan Menken, Howard Ashman