[The docks. Sailors, whores and their customers, pimps, etc. Fantine wanders in.]
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 my anchor
In that harbor over there
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!
Waiting for a bite
Waiting for the customers
Who only come at night
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 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!
[Fantine re-emerges, her long hair cut short.]
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 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
*Whispers* It's 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!
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 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!
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
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!