Lyrics Fancy - Orville Peck
I
remember
it
all
very
well,
lookin′
back
It
was
the
summer
I
turned
eighteen
We
lived
in
a
one-room,
worn
out
shack
On
the
outskirts
of
New
Orleans
We
didn't
have
money
for
food
or
rent
To
say
the
least,
we
was
hard
pressed
Then
Mama
spent
every
last
penny
we
had
To
buy
me
a
dancin′
dress
Mama
washed
and
combed
and
curled
my
hair
And
she
painted
my
eyes
and
lips
Stepped
into
a
satin
dancin'
dress
That
had
a
slit
in
the
side
clean
up
to
my
hips
It
was
red
velvet
trim,
and
it
fit
me
good
Starin'
back
from
the
lookin′
glass
There
stood
a
woman
where
a
half-gown
boy
had
stood
"Here′s
your
one
chance,
Fancy,
don't
let
me
down
Here′s
your
one
chance,
Fancy,
don't
let
me
down"
Mama
dabbed
a
little
bit
of
perfume
on
my
neck
And
she
kissed
my
cheek
I
could
see
the
tears
wellin′
up
in
her
troubled
eyes
As
she
started
to
speak
She
looked
at
our
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
talkin'
Askin′,
"Mama,
what
do
I
do?"
She
said,
"Just
be
nice
to
the
gentlemen,
Fancy
They′ll
be
nice
to
you"
"Here's
your
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"
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
It
wasn′t
very
long
′til
I
knew
exactly
What
my
mama'd
been
talkin′
about
I
knew
what
I
had
to
do,
but
I
made
myself
this
solemn
vow
Said
I
was
gonna
be
a
lady
someday
Though
it
didn't
matter
when
or
how
I
couldn′t
see
spending
the
rest
of
my
life
With
my
head
held
down
in
shame
You
know
I
might
have
been
born
just
plain
white
trash
But
Fancy
was
my
name
"Here's
your
one
chance,
Fancy,
don′t
let
me
down
Here's
your
one
chance,
Fancy,
don't
let
me
down"
It
wasn′t
long
after
a
benevolent
man
Took
me
in
off
the
street
And
one
week
later,
I
was
pourin′
his
tea
In
a
five-room
hotel
suite
I
charmed
a
king,
a
congressman
And
the
occasional
aristocrat
I
got
me
a
Georgia
mansion
And
an
elegant
New
York
townhouse
flat
And
I
ain't
done
bad
Now
in
this
life,
there′s
a
lot
of
self-righteous
hypocrites
That
call
me
bad
And
criticize
mama
for
turning
me
out
No
matter
how
little
we
had
And
though
I
ain't
had
to
worry
′bout
nothin'
For
now
on
fifteen
years
I
can
still
hear
the
desperation
In
my
poor
mama′s
voice
ringin'
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
Your
mama′s
gonna
move
you
uptown"
(Fancy)
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