What Dreams May Come
Jan 19, 2011 20:50:28 GMT -5
Post by Lucy Harris on Jan 19, 2011 20:50:28 GMT -5
If someone had told Lucy when she first arrived in Paris that she would one day own a share in one of the most celebrated dance halls in the city and, on top of that, be a part-time manager and one of the performers, she would've laughed at you and called you mad. Sure, she'd done better than most had in her position--a pretty good career at the Dregs in Whitechapel, then a string of cabaret jobs here and there--but even Lucy, with her ambitions, wouldn't have guessed that one day she'd come into a lot of money and wind up with what she'd always dreamed of.
Her own night club. Maybe it wasn't entirely hers, but she didn't care--this was what she'd always hoped for. True, she was no Satine and there was some whisperings about what happened to Nini, but Lucy was now the big performer. Why, they'd even printed up posters with her picture on them! She was giddy, excited, and practically bouncing on the balls of her feet on the night she was to debut.
And debut she did, in one of those glamrous costumes she'd always wanted, singing and dancing a routine she'd picked.
You had plenty money, until 1922
You let other women make a fool of you
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too
You're sittin' there and wonderin' what it's all about
You ain't got no money, they will put you out
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too
If you had prepared twenty years ago
You wouldn't be a-wanderin' from door to door
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too
I fell for your jivin' and I took you in
Now all you got to offer me's a drink of gin
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Like some other men do
Her own night club. Maybe it wasn't entirely hers, but she didn't care--this was what she'd always hoped for. True, she was no Satine and there was some whisperings about what happened to Nini, but Lucy was now the big performer. Why, they'd even printed up posters with her picture on them! She was giddy, excited, and practically bouncing on the balls of her feet on the night she was to debut.
And debut she did, in one of those glamrous costumes she'd always wanted, singing and dancing a routine she'd picked.
You had plenty money, until 1922
You let other women make a fool of you
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too
You're sittin' there and wonderin' what it's all about
You ain't got no money, they will put you out
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too
If you had prepared twenty years ago
You wouldn't be a-wanderin' from door to door
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too
I fell for your jivin' and I took you in
Now all you got to offer me's a drink of gin
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Like some other men do