Pretty Women

And what may I do for you sir?
A stylish trimming of the hair?
A soothing skin massage

You see sir a man infatuated with love
Her ardent and eager slave
So fetch the pomade and pumice stone
And lend me a more seductive tone
A sprinkling perhaps of French cologne but first sir I think, a shave
The closest I ever gave

You're in a merry mood today Mr. Todd
'Tis your delight sir
Catching fire from one man to the next
'Tis true sir love can still inspire the blood to pound
The heart leap higher
What more?
What more?
Can man require
Than love sir
More than love sir
What sir?
Women
Ah yes women
Pretty women

Now then my friend
Now to your purpose
Patience, enjoy it
Revenge can't be taken in haste
Make haste and if we wed you'll be commended sir
My lord
And who may it be said is your intended sir?
My ward
Pretty as a rose bud
Pretty as her mother?
What? What was that?
Oh, nothing sir, nothing, nothing
May we proceed?

Pretty women
Fascinating
Sipping coffee
Dancing
Pretty women
Are a wonder
Pretty women!
Sitting in the window or
Standing on the stair
Something in them chills the air
Pretty women
Silhouetted
Stay within you
Glancing
Stay forever
Breathing lightly
Pretty women
Pretty women!
Blowing out their candles or
Combing out their hair (Combing out their hair then they leave)
Even when they leave you and vanish (Even when they leave)
They somehow can still remain there with you, there with you (They still are there, they're there)

Ah! Pretty women
At their mirrors
In their gardens
Letter-writing
Flower-picking
Weather-watching
How they make a man sing!
Proof of heaven as you're living
Pretty women! Sir, pretty women!
Yes pretty women
Pretty women
Pretty women
Pretty women

She says she'll marry me Sunday
Everything's set, we leave at one
You?!
Judge Turpin!
There is indeed a higher power to warn me thus in time!
Johanna, elope with you?
I'll lock her up in some obscure retreat!
Where neither you nor any other vile corrupting youth
Shall ever lay on eyes on her again!
But sir, I beg of you!
And as for you, Barber
It is all too clear what company you keep
Service them well and hold their custom
For you'll have none of mine!
Mr. Todd -
Out!



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim
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