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Album: Little Shop Of Horrors (2009)
Artists: Various Artists

Song: Suddenly, Seymour
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Little Shop Of Horrors
Suddenly, Seymour
Lift up your head. Wash off your mascara.
Here, take my Kleenex. Wipe that lipstick away.
Show me your face, clean as the mornin'.
I know things were bad, but now they're okay.

Suddenly Seymour is standin' beside you.
You don't need no makeup, don't have to pretend.
Suddenly Seymour is here to provide you
sweet understanding. Seymour's your friend.

Nobody ever treated me kindly.
Daddy left early. Mama was poor.
I'd meet a man and I'd follow him blindly.
He'd snap his fingers. Me, I'd say "sure."

Suddenly Seymour is standin' beside me.
He don't give me orders. He don't condescend.
Suddenly Seymour is here to provide me
sweet understanding. Seymour's my friend.

Tell me this feelin'll last till forever.
Tell me the bad times are clean washed away.
Please understand that it's still strange and fright'nin'.
For losers like I've been it's so hard to say:
Suddenly Seymour, Suddenly Seymour,
he purified me. he purified you.
Suddenly Seymour - Suddenly Seymour -
He showed me I can Yes, you can
learn how to be more learn how to be more
the girl that's inside me. the girl that's inside you.
With sweet understanding, With sweet understanding,
with sweet understanding, with sweet understanding,
with sweet understanding, with sweet understanding,
Seymour's my man. Seymour's your man.

Suppertime

He's got your number now.
He knows just what you've done.
You've got no place to hide,
you've got nowhere to run.
He knows your life of crime.
I think it's suppertime.

Come on, come on,
think about all those offers.
Come on, come on,
your future with Audrey.
Come on, come on,
ain't no time to turn squeamish.
Come on, I swear on all my spores,
when he's gone the world will be yours, yours. (Yeah, yeah, yeah.)

Come on, come on. Come on, come on.
Come on, come on. It's suppertime. It's suppertime.

Come on, come on. Come on, come on.
Come on, come on. It's suppertime.
It's suppertime. Suppertime.
[Repeat and fade]

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