The Docks (Lovely Ladies)

I smell women, smell 'em in the air
Think I’ll drop my anchor in that 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, waiting 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 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
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?