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Fancy - Bobbie Gentry
Written by：Bobbie Gent
Well 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 was hard pressed
When Momma spent every last penny we had
To buy me a dancin' dress

Well Momma washed and combed and curled my hair
Then she painted my eyes and lips

Then I stepped into the satin dancin' dress
It had a split in the side clean up to my hips

It was red velvet trimmed and it fit me good
And standin' back from the lookin' glass
Was a woman
Where a half grown kid had stood

Here's your last chance Fancy don't let me down

Here's your last chance Fancy don't let me down

God forgive me for what I do

But if you want out girl it's up to you
Now get on out you better start sleepin' uptown
Don't let me down

Don't let me down

Momma dabbed a little bit of perfume
On my neck and she kissed my cheek
Then I saw the tears welling up
In her troubled eyes as she started to speak

She looked at our pitiful shack and then
She looked at me and took a ragged breath

Your Pa's runned 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 healed shoe

It sounded like somebody else was talkin'
Askin' omma what do I do

And just be nice to the gentlemen Fancy
They'll be nice to you

Here's your last chance Fancy don't let me down

Here's your last chance Fancy don't let me down

God forgive me for what I do

But if you want out girl it's up to you
Now get on out you better start sleepin' uptown

That was the last time I saw my momma
When I left that rickety shack

The welfare people came and took the baby
Momma died and I ain't been back
But the wheels of fate had started to turn
And for me there was no other way out
It wasn't very long after that I knew exactly
What my momma was talkin' 'bout

I knew what I had to do
But I made myself this solemn vow

I's gonna to be a lady someday
Though I didn't know when or how
I couldn't see spendin' the rest of my life
With my head hung down in shame
I mighta been born just plain white trash
But Fancy was my name

Here's your last chance Fancy don't let me down

Here's your last chance Fancy don't let me down

Wasn't long after that a benevolent man
Took me in off the streets

One week later I was pourin' his tea
In a five roomed penthouse suite
Since then I've charmed a king a congressman
And an occasional aristocrat

And I got me an elegant Georgia mansion
And a New York townhouse flat
Now I ain't done bad
Now I ain't done bad

Now in this world there's a lot of self righteous
Hypocrites who call me bad

They criticize Momma for turning me out
No matter how little we had

But I haven't had to worry 'bout nothin'
Now for nigh on fifteen years
But I can still hear the desperation
In my poor mommas voice ringin' in my ears

Here's your last chance Fancy don't let me down

Oh here's your last chance Fancy don't let me down

God forgive me for what I do
But if you want out girl it's up to you
Now get on out you better start sleepin' uptown