lovely ladies

Sailor:

I smell women
Smell 'em in the air
Think I'll drop my anchor
in that harbor over there
lovely ladies
smell 'em through the smoke
seven days at sea
can make you hungry for a poke
even stokers need a little stoke!

Whores:
Lovely ladies
waiting for a bite
waiting for the customers
who only come at night
lovely ladies
ready for the call
standing up or lying down
or anywhere at all
bargain prices up against the wall


Old Woman:
come here, my dear
let's see this trinket you wear
this bagatelle

Fantine:
Madame, I'll sell it to you!

Old Woman:
I'll give you four

Fantine:
That wouldn't pay for the chain!

Old Woman:
I'll give you five. You're far too eager to sell, it's up to you

Fantine:
It's all I have

Old Woman:
that's not my fault!

Fantine:
please make it ten

Old Woman:
No more than five. My dear we all must stay alive!


Whores:
Lovely ladies
waiting in the dark
ready for a thick on
or a quick one in the park
long time, short time
any time, my dear
cost a little extra if you want to take all year
quick and cheak it's underneath the pier!

Crone:
What pretty hear
what pretty locks you got there
what luck you got. it's worth a centime, my dear
I'll take a lot

Fantine:
don't touch me, leave me alone!

Crone:
let's make a price
I'll give you all of ten francs
Just think of that

Fantine:
It pays a debt

Crone:
just think of that

Fantine:
what can I do? It pays a debt.
Ten francs may save my poor Cosette!


Sailor:
Lovely lady!
fastest on the street
wasn't there three minutes
she was back on her feet
Lovely lady!
What yre waiting for?
Doesn't take a savvy
just to be a whore
coem on, lady
what's a lady for?

Whores:
lovely ladies
lovely little girls
lovely ladies
lovely little ladies
lovely girlies
lovely little girls
we are lovely, lovely girls
lovely ladies
what's a lady for?


Pimp:
gimme the dirt
who's that bit over there?

Whore 1:
a bit of skirt
She's the one sold her hair

Whore 2:
She's got a kid
sends her all that she can

Pimp:
I might've known
there is always some man
Lovely lady, come along and join us
Lovely lady!


Whores:
come on, dearie, why all the fuss?
you're no grander than the rest of us
life has dropped to the bottom of your heap
join your sisters, make money in your sleep
That's right, dearie
Show him what you've got!

Old men, young men! take 'em as they come
Harbor rats and alley cats and every kind of scrum
Poor men,rich men, leaders of the land,
See them with their trousers off,
they're never quite as grand
All it takes is money in your hand!
Lovely ladies, going for a song
Got a lot of callers
But they never stay for long


Fantine:
Come on, Captain, you can wear your shoes
Don't it make a change
To have a girl who can't refuse
Easy money, lying on a bed
Just as well they never see the hate that's in your head
Don't they know they're making love to one already dead!