Pretty Women - Highlights version

What can I do for you today sir?
Stylish trimming of the hair?
Soothing skin massage. Sit sir. Sit.

You see sir a man infatued 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
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 in this work
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?
Huh? What was that?
Nothing sir. Nothing.

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 vainish they somehow can still can remain
There with you
Even when they leave
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!



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim
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