Lovely Ladies
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
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 any way at all
Bargain prices up against the wall
What pretty hair
What pretty locks you've got there
What luck you've got
It's worth a centime, my dear
I'll take the lot
Don't touch me, leave me alone
Let's make a price
I'll give you all of ten francs
Just think of that (it pays a debt)
Just think of that (What can I do? It pays a debt)
Ten francs may save my poor Cosette
Old men, young men, take 'em as they come
Harbor rats and alley cats and every kind of scum
Poor men, rich men, leaders of the land
See 'em 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
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?
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
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 any way at all
Bargain prices up against the wall
What pretty hair
What pretty locks you've got there
What luck you've got
It's worth a centime, my dear
I'll take the lot
Don't touch me, leave me alone
Let's make a price
I'll give you all of ten francs
Just think of that (it pays a debt)
Just think of that (What can I do? It pays a debt)
Ten francs may save my poor Cosette
Old men, young men, take 'em as they come
Harbor rats and alley cats and every kind of scum
Poor men, rich men, leaders of the land
See 'em 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
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?
Credits
Writer(s): Howard Earl Bailey, Kevin Gregory Cates
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