Lovely Ladies

[The docks. Sailors, whores 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!

Whores:
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.]

Whores:
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!

Man 2:
Come over here it's twenty francs for a tooth

Whore:
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

Whore:
*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?

Whore 1:
A bit of skirt, she's the one sold her hair.

Whore 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!

Whores:
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!