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, ready 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've got there
What luck you got, it's worth a sauntine, 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, fastest on the street
Wasn't there three minutes, she was back up on her feet
Lovely lady! What yer 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 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!