Fancy
(专辑: Rumor Has It - 1990)
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 Mama spent every last penny we had To buy me a
dancing dress Mama washed and combed and curled my hair And she painted my eyes and lips Then I
stepped into a
satin dancing dress That had a
split on the
side clean up to my hip It was red velvet trim and it fit me good Standing back from the
looking glass There stood a
woman where a
half-grown kid had stood She said, "Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down. Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down." Mama dabbled a
little bit of perfume on my neck then she kissed my cheek And then I
saw the
tears welling up in her troubled eyes as she started to speak She looked at a
pitiful shack And then she looked at me and took a
ragged breath She said, "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-heeled shoe It sounded like somebody else that was talking Asking, "Mama, what do I
do?" She said, "Just be nice to the
gentlemen, Fancy, And they'll be nice to you." She said, "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 Now your mama's gonna move you uptown." Well, that was the
last time I
saw my Ma The
night 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 for me there was no way out And it wasn't very long 'til I
knew exactly What my Mama'd been talking about I
knew what I
had to do and I
made myself this solemn vow That I's gonna be a
lady someday Though I
didn't know when or how But I
couldn't see spending the
rest of my life With my head hung down in shame You know I
might have been born just plain white trash But Fancy was my name She said, "Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down." She said, "Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down." It wasn't long after that 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 then 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 They criticize Mama for turning me out No matter how little we had But though I
ain't had to worry 'bout nothing for nigh on fifteen years Well, I
can still hear the
desperation in my poor Mama's voice ringing in my ears "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 Now your Mama's gonna move you uptown." Well, I
guess she did