Please, Miss Giry, I want to go back - I want my mother

The sea is calm, the sea is gray
It washes everything away

Please! You're hurting me! I can't swim!

Oh don't worry, it's almost over
Sink into the deep, blue and cool and kind
Then drift off to sleep, let the past unwind
Leave the hurt behind.

Gustave!
Mother!
Let go of the boy now!

Not another step!
Let him go!
Not another word
Always wondered how to make you watch,
Well watch me now!

I took a little trip to Coney Island
I took a little trip because of you
I did as mothеr said, and followed where you lеad
And tried to do what little I could do
But here's the way it works on Coney Island
They make you pay for every little crumb
I gave what they would take - I gave it for your sake
Now look at me, and see what I've become!

Bathing Beauty, on the beach
Bathing Beauty in her dressing gown
Bathing Beauty, in the dark
On their laps, in their arms,
In their beds! (Giry - Meg, my little Meg!)

And who kept singing, desperate for your favour?
Who kept dancing, hoping you would save her?
Who kept dying, and this is all you gave her!

Now that I've got your attention at last,
Here's the big finish and then you can go! (Giry - No, Meg, don't!)

Give me the gun, Meg
Give me the hurt and the pain, and the gun, Meg
Give me the blame for not seeing the things that you've done, Meg
Give me the gun, Meg

Give me the chance to see you clear
At last (Meg - see me clear at last)
You feel ugly, you feel used
You feel broken, you feel bruised
Ah, but me, I can see all the beauty underneath (yes?)

You've been robbed of love and pride,
Been ignored and cast aside,
Even so, I still know, know there's beauty underneath (yes!)

Diamonds never sparkle bright
If they aren't set just right
Beauty sometimes goes unseen -
We can't all be like Christine!

Christine... Christine!
Always Christine!