[1987. #05] [Герой Асфальта] Ария - Улица роз [3:50/5:57]

Жанна из тех королев, что любят роскошь и ночь...

I remember it all very well lookin' back
It was the summer I turned eighteen
We lived in a one room, rundown shack
On the outskirts of New Orleans
We didn't have money for food or rent
To say the least we were hard pressed
Then mama spent every last penny we had
To buy me a dancin' dress
Mama washed and combed and curled my hair
And she painted my eyes and lips
And then I stepped into my satin dancin' dress
It was split on the side clean up to my hips
It was red, velvet trim and it fit me good
And starin' 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, well it's up to you
Now don't let me down
Your mama's gonna help you move uptown

Mama dabbed a little bit of perfume on my neck
And she kissed my cheek
And I saw the tears wellin' 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 heel shoe
It sounded like somebody else that was talkin'
Askin' "Mama 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, well it's up to you
Now git on out girl, you'd better start movin' uptown


Well, that was the last time I saw my ma
Then I left that rickety shack
The welfare people came and took the baby
Mama died, and I ain't been back
But the wheels of fate had started to turn
And to me me there was no way out
And it wasn't very long 'til I knew exactly
What my Mama'd been talkin' about
I did what I had to do but I made myself a solemn vow
That I was gonna be a lady someday
Though I didn't know when or how
I couldn't see spending the rest of my life
With my head hung down in shame
I might'a been born just plain white trash
But Fancy was my name!

Here's your one chance Fancy, don't let me down
Here's your one chance Fancy, don't let me down

It wasn't long after, a benevolent man
Took me in off the street
And one week later I was pourin' his tea
In a five room hotel suite
Well, I charmed a king, a congressman
And an occasional aristocrat
And I got me a Georgia mansion
And an elegant New York townhouse flat
And I ain't done bad

Now in this world there's a lot of self-righteous hypocrites
That would call me bad
And criticized my mama for turning me out
No matter how little we had
And though I ain't had to worry 'bout nothin'
For nigh on fifteen years
I can still hear the desperation in my poor
Mama's voice ringin' in my ear

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 well it's up to you
Now don't let me down
You Mama's gonna help you move uptown

And I guess she did