Fancy - Katie Melua

I remember it all very well lookin' back

It was the summer that 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

When Momma spent every last penny we had

To buy me a dancin' dress

Momma washed and combed and curled my hair,

Then she painted my eyes and lips

And I stepped into the satin dancin' dress

It had a split in the side clean up to my hips

It was red, velvet-trimmed, to fit me good

And standin' back from the lookin' glass

Was a woman

Where a half grown kid had stood

«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 then it’s up to you

Don