| I smell women, smell 'em in the air
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| Think I’ll drop my anchor in that harbor over there
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| Lovely ladies, smell 'em through the smoke
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| Seven days at sea can make you hungry for a poke
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| Even stokers need a little stoke!
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| Lovely ladies, waiting for a bite
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| Waiting for the customers who only come at night
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| Lovely ladies, waiting for the call
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| Standing up or lying down or any way at all
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| Bargain prices up against the wall
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| What pretty hair, what pretty locks you got there
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| What luck you got, it’s worth a centime my dear
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| I’ll take the lot
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| Don’t touch me! |
| Leave me alone
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| Let’s make a price, I’ll give you all of ten francs
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| Just think of that
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| It pays a debt
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| Just think of that
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| What can I do? |
| It pays a debt
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| Ten francs may save my poor Cosette
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| Give me the dirt, who’s that bit over there
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| A bit of skirt, she’s the one sold her hair
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| She’s got a kid, sends her all that she can
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| I might have known, there is always some man
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| Lovely lady, come along and join us
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| Lovely lady
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| Come on dearie, why all the fuss
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| You’re no grander than the rest of us
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| Life has dropped you at the bottom of the heap
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| Join your sisters—
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| —Make money in your sleep
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| That’s right, dearie, let him have the lot
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| That’s right, dearie, show him what you’ve got
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| Come on, Captain, you can wear your shoes
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| Don’t it make a change to have a girl who can’t refuse?
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| Easy money, lying on a bed
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| Just as well they never see the hate that’s in your head
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| Don’t they know they’re making love to one already dead? |