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Fancy

アーティスト:Katie Melua  アルバム:Singles 

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I remember it all very well lookin' back It was the summer that I turned eighteen We lived in a one-room, run down shack On the outskirts of New Orleans We didn't have money for food or rent To say the least we were hard-pressed When Momma spent every last penny we had To buy me a dancin' dress Momma washed and combed and curled my hair, Then she painted my eyes and lips And I stepped into the satin dancin' dress It had a split in the side clean up to my hips It was red, velvet-trimmed, to fit me good And standin' back from the lookin' glass Was a woman Where a half grown kid had stood "Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down! Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down. Lord forgive me for what I do, But if you want out then it's up to you Don't let me down your momma's gonna help you move uptown" Momma dabbed a bit of perfume On my neck and she kissed my cheek And I saw the tears well up In her troubled eyes when she started to speak She looked at our pitiful shack and then She looked at me and took a ragged breath Your Pa's run off, and I'm real sick And the baby's gonna starve to death She handed me a heart-shaped locket that said "To thine own self be true" And I shivered as I watched a roach crawl across The toe of my high-heal shoe It sounded like somebody else who was talkin' Askin', "Momma what do I do?" Just be nice to the gentlemen, Fancy And they'll be nice to you" "Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down! Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down Lord forgive me for what I do, But if you want out then it's up to you Don't let me down, Your momma's gonna help you


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