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Stephen Sondheim - Poor Baby Lyrics



Stephen Sondheim - Poor Baby Lyrics





Darling-

Yes?

Robert-

What?

I worry-

Why?

He's all alone

Hmm

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?

Bobby-

What?

I worry-

Why?

It's such a waste

Hmm

There's no one-

Where?

In his life

Oh

Bobby ought to have a woman

Poor baby, sitting there
Staring at the walls and playing solitair-
Making conversation with the empty air-
Poor baby

Rob-rt

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
No one wants you to be happy more
Than I do
No one, but

Face it
Why her?
Better
No one

Isn't she a little bit, well
You know?
Face it

Why these meaningless relationships?
They can't make you happy
But you know better

Why her?
Better, no one
Isn't she a little bit, well
You know better

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?
Face it

You know, no one
Wants you to be happy
More than I do
No one, but--

Isn't she a little bit, well

Dumb?

Tacky?

Vulgar?

Old?

Tall?

Aggressive?

Neurotic?

Where is she from?
She's very weird

And cheap
And gross
And

Peculiar?
Depressing
And

She seems so dead
And immature

She's tall enough to be your mother
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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Darling-

Yes?

Robert-

What?

I worry-

Why?

He's all alone

Hmm

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?

Bobby-

What?

I worry-

Why?

It's such a waste

Hmm

There's no one-

Where?

In his life

Oh

Bobby ought to have a woman

Poor baby, sitting there
Staring at the walls and playing solitair-
Making conversation with the empty air-
Poor baby

Rob-rt

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
No one wants you to be happy more
Than I do
No one, but

Face it
Why her?
Better
No one

Isn't she a little bit, well
You know?
Face it

Why these meaningless relationships?
They can't make you happy
But you know better

Why her?
Better, no one
Isn't she a little bit, well
You know better

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?
Face it

You know, no one
Wants you to be happy
More than I do
No one, but--

Isn't she a little bit, well

Dumb?

Tacky?

Vulgar?

Old?

Tall?

Aggressive?

Neurotic?

Where is she from?
She's very weird

And cheap
And gross
And

Peculiar?
Depressing
And

She seems so dead
And immature

She's tall enough to be your mother
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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Writer: Stephen Sondheim
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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