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, 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 too 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

Lovely lady
Fastest on the street
Wasn't there three minutes
She was back up on her feet
Lovely lady
What you waiting for
Doesn't take a lot of savvy
Just to be a whore
Come on, lady
What's a lady for
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?