The Docks (Lovely Ladies)

How much for this?

That's my daughters

I'll give you four francs for that

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 till 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 cold

Standing up or laying down or any way at all

Bargain prices, up against the wall

What pretty hair

What pretty locks you've got there

What luck you've 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 the 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

Costs a little extra if you wanna take all year

Quick and cheap is underneath the pier

Come over here

It's twenty francs for a tooth

Come here, 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've known there is always a man

Lovely lady, come along and join us

Lovely lady

Come on dearie, why all the fuss?

You're not 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 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 man, rich man, 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 the 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