Lovely Ladies Songtext
von Claude‐Michel Schönberg

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 ladiesWaiting 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
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 the 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 who sold her hair

She′s got a kid

Sends her all 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