WOMEN:
Some are dreadful
Others aren't so bad
Doesn't make a difference
If there's money to be had
Only faces
Paying for your food
Shouldn't really matter
If you are not in the mood
No money if you sit there and brood
OLD LADY:
You've teeth like pearls!
They will earn lots for your girl
Sell them to me
They'll come out with one good twirl
What's there to lose?
FANTINE:
For Cosette I'd give my life
OLD LADY:
You see my dear, There is no problem with this
Come over here!
FANTINE:
I've sold my hair
OLD LADY:
You'll sell you teeth
FANTINE:
Now all that is left is my pride
The small flame that burns deep inside