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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=97109" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fancy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(bobbie gentry)<br>I remember it all very well lookin back<br>It was the summer I turned eighteen<br>We lived in a one room, rundown shack<br>On the outskirts of new orleans<br>We didnt have money for food or rent<br>To say the least we were hard pressed<br>Then mama spent every last penny we had<br>To buy me a dancin dress<br>Mama washed and combed and curled my hair<br>And she painted my eyes and lips then I stepped into a satin<br>Dancin dress that had a split on the side clean up to my hip<br>It was red velvet trim and it fit me good<br>Standin back from the lookin glass<br>There stood a woman where a half gown kid had stood<br>She said heres your one chance fancy dont let me down<br>Heres your one chance fancy dont let me down<br>Mama dabbed a little bit of perfume on my neck<br>And she kissed my cheek<br>Then I saw the tears wellin up in her troubled eyes<br>When she started to speak<br>She looked at a pitiful shack<br>And then she looked at me and took a ragged breath<br>She said your pas run off and Im real sick<br>And the babys gonna starve to death<br>She handed me a heart shaped locket that said<br>To thine own self be true<br>And I shivered as I watched a roach crawl across<br>The tow of my high heel shoe<br>It sounded like somebody else that was talkin<br>Askin mama what do I do<br>She said just be nice to the gentlemen fancy<br>And theyll be nice to you<br>She said heres your chance fancy dont let me down<br>Heres your one chance fancy dont let me down<br>Lord forgive me for what I do, but if you want out<br>Well its up to you<br>Now dont let me down you better start movin uptown<br>Well, that was the last time I saw my ma<br>The night I left that rickety shack<br>The welfare people came and took the baby<br>Mama died and I aint been back<br>But the wheels of fate had started to turn<br>And for me there was no way out<br>And it wasnt very long til I knew exactly<br>What my mamas been talkin about<br>I knew what I had to do but I made myself this solemn vow<br>That is gonna be a lady someday<br>Though I dont know when or how<br>I couldnt see spending the rest of my life<br>With my head hung down in shame you know<br>I might have been born just plain white trash<br>But fancy was my name<br>Heres your one chance fancy dont let me down<br>Heres your one chance fancy dont let me down<br>It wasnt very long after a benevolent man<br>Took me off the street<br>And one week later I was pourin his tea<br>In a five room hotel suite<br>I charmed a king, a congressman<br>And an occasional aristocrat<br>Then I got me a georgia mansion<br>In an elegant new york townhouse flat<br>And I aint done bad<br>Now in this world theres a lot of self-righteous hippocrits<br>That would call me bad<br>And criticize mama for turning me out<br>No matter how little we had<br>But though I aint had to worry bout nothin<br>For nigh on fifteen years<br>I can still hear the desperation in my poor<br>Mamas voice ringin in my ear<br>She said, heres your one chance fancy dont let me down<br>Heres your one chance fancy dont let me down<br>Lord, forgive me for what I do<br>But if you want out well its up to you<br>Now dont let me down<br>Your mamas gonna help you uptown<br>I guess she did</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Reba Mcentire - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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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 didnt have money for food or rent
To say the least we were hard pressed
Then mama ..."></div>
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