The Docks (Lovely Ladies)

Bonsoir

How much for this? It's my daughter's

I'll give you four francs for that

Four! It's worth ten

I smell women, smell 'em in the air

Think I'll drop me anchor in that harbor over there

Lovely lady, I'll love you 'til I'm broke

Seven months at sea and now I'm 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 look 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 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!

Come over here

It's 20 francs for a tooth

Come're my dear

I'll pay you well for your youth

The pain won't last

You'll still be able to bite

Just the back ones

I do it fast, I know my business alright

It's worth a go

You'll pay me first what I am due

You'll get twice if I take two

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, 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

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!