Benjamin Barker was always too good for me, always too clean and neat.
His pretty little Lucy was a pretty little match,
Perfectly blushing, a pretty little catch.
She always flaunted what I didn't deserve,
Well, the bloody nerve!
All I had was me Albert, a loser, a bastard, a ruddy right sod
Who loved me with all of his soul.
Yet the housewife was always my role
I was taught I was happy on a whole.
But he also told me he was what I deserve,
Well, the bloody nerve!
Truth be told, I couldn't see life any better or worse than it was.
But that was before the lies and the tricks,
That started it all, the one sided conflicts,
Starting all with one man who needed his kicks,
Who thought pretty little Lucy was what he'd deserve,
Well, the bloody nerve!
The shipped me love away while little Lucy cried her soul
And while me Albert grew ill
I took care of the bill
Giving me no sort of thrill
He said that when I die, will I get what I deserve?
Well, the bloody nerve!
Albert became a man who was mean, annoying and cruel.
Guess that's what I get when staring at men
It's something I hoped to never do again
So I say my prayers, end with amen
But I am a woman, it's what I deserve.
Well, don't I have the nerve?
Years went by after me Albert died, and good riddance I said.
So life went on a dreadful bore
Till who should come across the door
A face that would be difficult to ignore
It looked as if he got what he deserved,
That man with a bloody nerve.
My heart tore telling him the truths, lies and secrets of old
I simply had to force the lie
That his little Lucy did die
He had no tear in his eye
It seemed that Lucy, no tears did she deserve
That Benjamin Barker had the nerve!
Now to be known as Sweeney Todd, I followed his every word.
His words told me to murder and maim,
To use his new name,
Pretend all was the same,
As if such was something that he did deserve,
Well, the bloody nerve!
I still loved him, though.
Yes, I loved him, even so.
Benjamin Barker was Lucy's, now both of them dead
And Sweeney Todd is mine
Forever I ask and whine
For our souls to entwine.
I was not allowed one, but Mr Todd I deserve
To ask for it would not require much nerve…
A/N- My first poem, and I really hope you enjoyed it. Please be kind if you review! I simply got this idea when I randomly made up the line in my head: 'I don't deserve Benjamin Barker, but I deserve Sweeney Todd'. It seemed like something Mrs Lovett would say.