Lovely Ladies (Live)

I smell woman, smell 'em in the air

Think I'll drop my anker in the 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, 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 a debt

Just think of that

What can I do? It pays a debt

Ten francs may save my poor Cosette

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?