The Docks (Lovely Ladies) Songtext
von Anne Hathaway

Bonsoir
How much for this? It′s my daughter's
I′ll give you four francs for that
Four! 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 'til 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 call
Standing up or lying down or any way at all
Bargain prices up against the wall


What pretty hair!
What pretty locks you′ve got there
What look 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!

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!


Come over here
It′s 20 francs for a tooth
Come're 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 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, 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

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!