2013年美国好声音 Fancy - Shelbie Z.

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 didn't have money for food or rent

To say the least we were hard pressed
Then Mama spent every last penny she had

To buy me a dancin' dress

Mama washed and combed and curled my hair
And she painted my eyes and lips then I stepped into

A satin'

Dancin' dress that had a split on the side clean up
To my hip

It was red velvet trim and it fit me good

Standin' back from the lookin' 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

And she kissed my cheek
Then I saw the tears wellin' up in her troubled eys

When 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 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 accross

The toe of my high heeled shoe
It sounded like somebody else that was talkin'

Askin' Mama what do I do

She said 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

Movin' uptown

It wasn't long after that benevolent man

Took me off the street
And one week later I was pourin' his tea

In a five room hotel suite
I charmed a king, congressman

And an occasional aristocrat

Then I got me a Georgia mansion

In an elegant New York townhouse flat

Now in this world there's a lot of self-righteous
Hippocrates That would call me bad

And criticize Mama for turning me out

No matter how little we had

But though I ain't had to worry 'bout nothin'
For nigh on fifteen years

I can still hear the desperation in my poor
Mama's voice ringin' in my ear

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

You Mama's gonna move you uptown

Don't let me down

You Mama's gonna move you uptown