I admit that in the past I've been a nasty, they weren't kidding when they called me well a witch. But you find that nowadays, I've mended all my ways, repented, seen the light, and made a switch to this. And I fortunately know a little magic, it's a talent that I always have possessed. And dear lady, please don't laugh, I use it on behalf of the miserable, lowly, and depressed, pathetic, poor, unfortunate souls in pain, in need. This one longing to be thinner, this one wants to get the girl, and do I help them? Yes, indeed. Those poor, unfortunate souls, so sad, so true, they come flocking to my cauldron crying spell dust, and 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 them across the coves. Yes, I've had the odd complaint, but on the whole I've been a saint. To those poor, unfortunate souls. Now here's the deal, if you dare, there's a potion I'll prepare. Just consume and you'll be human for three days up above. By the end of day three, listen up, this is key, just convince Mr. Prince and get a kiss of true love. If I do? Lucky you, you stay human through and through, you can go wedge a bow and be totally divine. And if not? Then guess what, girl, you turn back into a mer-girl, same as you once were, girl, but that tail'll be mine. Don't be shy, dear, what will it be? Want the guy, dear? Leave it to me. But what about my father, and my family? Hmm, sorry, dear, there's no way to spin it. Life's full of tough choices, isn't it? One last thing, silly me, did I mention there's a fee? Nothing choice, just your voice, no more talking, singing, zip. Not a word? Not a note, not a whisper from your throat, but just some spine and you'll be fine, honey, here's a little tip. You have your looks, your pretty face, and don't underestimate the importance of marty language, ha ha! The men up there don't like a lot of blabber, they think a girl who gossips is a bore. Yet a man is much preferred for ladies not to say a word, and after all, dear, what is idol proud of for? 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, your poor, unfortunate soul. It's sad, but true. If you want to cross the bridge, my sweet, you've got to pay the toll. Take a gulp and take a breath, and go ahead and sign the scroll. Flotsam, jetsam, now I've got a voice. The boss is on a roll. Those poor, unfortunate souls. Beluga, cerebuga, come winds of the Caspian Sea. Laryngic, sclousitis, *** max, laryngitis, la portia to me. Now, sing. Ah, ah, ah. Keep singing! Ah, ah, ah. Ah, ah, ah. Ah, ah, ah. Ah, ah, ah. Ah, ah, ah. I'm a very busy woman. It won't cost much, just your voice, your poor, unfortunate soul. It's sad, but true. If you want to cross the bridge, my sweet, you've got to pay the toll. Take a gulp and take a breath, and go ahead and sign the scroll. Flotsam, jetsam, now I've got a voice. The boss is on a roll. Those poor, unfortunate souls.