Les Miserables - Lovely Ladies lyrics

[The docks. Sailors, who*es and their customers, pimps, etc. Fantine wanders in.] Fantine: How much for this? It's my daughter's Man: I'll give you four francs for that Fantine: Four? It's worth ten! Sailors: I smell women Smell 'em in the air Think I'll drop my anchor In that harbor over there Lovely ladies I'll love you 'till I'm broke Seven months at sea And now I'm hungry for a poke Even stokers need a little stoke! who*es: 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 Crone: 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 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! [Fantine re-emerges, her long hair cut short.] who*es: 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! Men/ Sailors: Lovely ladies Fastest on the street Wasn't every minute, She was back up on her feet Lovely ladies What's a lady for? Doesn't take a lot of savvy just to be a who*e! Lovely ladies, what's a lady for? Man 2: Come over here it's twenty francs for a tooth who*e: Come here my dear I'll pay you well for your youth Man 2: The pain won't last You'll still be able to bite who*e: *Whispers* It's just the back ones Man 2: I do it fast I know my business alright It's worth a go Fantine: You'll pay me first what I am due Man 2: You'll get twice if I take two Pimp: Give me the dirt, who's that bit over there? who*e 1: A bit of skirt, she's the one sold her hair. who*e 2: She's got a kid sends her all that she can Pimp: I might have known There is always some man Lovely lady, come along and join us! Lovely lady! who*es: 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! [Fantine goes off with one of the sailors.] That's right dearie, show him what you've got! That's right dearie, let him have the lot 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 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!