Sailor 1: 

I smell women 

Smell 'em in the air 

Think I'll drop my anchor 

In that harbor over there 



Sailor 2:

Lovely ladies 

Smell 'em through the smoke 

Seven days at sea 

Can make you hungry for a poke 



Sailor 3:

Even stokers need a little stoke! 



Whores: 

Lovely ladies 

Waiting for a bite 

Waiting for the customer 

Who only comes at night 

Lovely ladies 

Waiting for the call 

Standing up or lying down 

Or any way at all 

Bargain prices up against the wall 



Old Woman: 

Come here, my dear 

Let's see this trinket you wear 

This bagatelle... 



Fantine: 

Madame, I'll sell it to you... 



Old Woman: 

I'll give you four 



Fantine: 

That wouldn't pay for the chain 



Old Woman: 

I'll give you five, you're far to eager to sell, it's up to you. 



Fantine: 

It's all I have 



Old Woman: 

That's not my fault 



Fantine: 

Please make it ten 



Old Woman: 

No more than five 

My dear, we all must stay alive! 



Whores: 

Lovely ladies 

Waiting in the dark 

Ready for a thick one 

Or a quick one in the park 



Whore 1:

Long time short time 

Any time, my dear 

Cost a little extra if you want to take all year! 



Whores:

Quick and cheap is underneath the pier! 



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! 



Sailors: 

Lovely lady! 

Fastest on the street 

Wasn't there three minutes 

She was back up on her feet 

Lovely lady! 

What yer waiting for? 

Doesn't take a lot of savvy 

Just to be a whore 

Come on, lady 

What's a lady for? 



Whores: (in counterpoint) 

Lovely ladies 

Lovely little girls 

Lovely ladies 

Lovely little ladies 

Lovely girlies 

Lovely little girls 

We are lovely, lovely girls 

Lovely ladies 

What's a lady for? 



[Fantine re-emerges, her long hair cut short.] 



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! 



Whore 1: 

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



Whore 2:

Make money in your sleep! 



Whore 1:

That's right dearie, let him have the lot 



[Fantine goes off with one of the sailors.] 



Whore 3:

That's right dearie, show him what you've got! 



Whores:

Old men, young men, take 'em as they come 

Harbor rats and alley cats and every type 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 shame that's in your head 

Don't they know they're making love 

To one already dead!