The Docks （Lovely Ladies）- Anne Hathaway
Fantine:
How much for this It's my daughters
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 do
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 any 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