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 customer
Who only comes at night
Lovely ladies
Waiting for the call
Standing up or lying down
Or any way at all
Bargain prices up against the wall

Come here, my dear
Let's see this trinket you wear
This bagatelle...

Madame, I'll sell it to you...

I'll give you four

That wouldn't pay for the chain

I'll give you five, you're far to eager to sell, it's up to you.

It's all I have

That's not my fault

Please make it ten

No more than five
My dear, we all must stay alive!

Lovely ladies
Waiting in the dark
Ready for a thick one
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 cheap is underneath the pier!

What pretty hair
What pretty locks you got there
What luck you 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!

Give me the dirt, who's that bit over there?

A bit of skirt, she's the one sold her hair.

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

I might have known
There is always some man
Lovely lady, come along and join us!
Lovely lady!

Come on dearie, why all the fuss?
You're no grander than the rest of us
Life has dropped you at the bottom of the heap
Join your sisters, make money in your sleep!

That's right dearie, let him have the lot
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 type of scum
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

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): Herbert Kretzmer, Claude-michel Schonberg, Alain Albert Boublil, Jean-marc Natel
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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