Fancy

@SLYcrafts Here's your last chance to fix the lyrics, don't let me down.

@SLYcrafts Here's your last chance to fix the lyrics, don't let me down.

I remember it all very well, looking back, It was the summer I turned eighteen. We lived in a one room run down shack, On the outskirts of New Orleans.

I remember it all very well, looking back, It was the summer 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. Then momma spent every last penny we had To buy me a dancing dress.

We didn’t have money for food or rent, To say the least we were hard-pressed. Then momma spent every last penny we had To buy me a dancing dress.

Momma washed and combed and curled my hair, And she painted my eyes and lips. And then I stepped into my dancing dress, It was split on the side clean...

Momma washed and combed and curled my hair, And she painted my eyes and lips. And then I stepped into my dancing dress, It was split on the side clean up to my hips.

It was red, velvet trim, and it fit me good. And staring back from the looking glass was a woman Where a half grow’ed kid had stood.

Here’s your once chance Fancy, don’t let me down Here’s your once 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 momma’s gonna help you move uptown.

Momma’d add a little 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 paw’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 talking, Asking “Mama what do I do?” Just be nice to the gentlemen, Fancy, And they’ll be nice to you.

Here’s your once chance Fancy, don’t let me down. Here’s your once 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, get on out girl, you better start moving uptown.

Well that was the last time I saw my ma, Then I left at that lickity shack. ‘Cause the welfare people came and took the baby, Ma died, and I ain’t been back.

But the wheels of fate had started to turn, And to me there was no way out. And it wasn’t very long til I knew exactly What my momma’d been talking about.

I did what I had to do, But I made myself a solemn vow: That I was going to be a lady someday, Though I didn’t know when or how.

I couldn’t see spending my life With my head hung down in shame. I might of been born just plain white trash, But Fancy was my name.

Here’s your once chance Fancy, don’t let me down. Here’s your once 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 pouring his tea in a five room hotel suite. 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 criticize my momma for turning me out, No matter how little we had.

And though I ain’t had to worry bout nothing for nigh’ on 15 years I can still hear the desperation in my poor momma’s voice ringing in my ear.

Here’s your once chance Fancy, don’t let me down. Here’s your once 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 momma’s gonna help you move uptown. And I guess she did.