Pretty Women
And what may I do for Your Honor?
A stylish trimming of the hair?
A soothing skin massage?
You see, sir, a man infatuate 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, barber
'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
And pretty as a rose bud
As pretty as her mother?
What? What was that?
Nothing, sir, 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 cheers 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 (Then they leave)
Even when they leave (You and vanish)
They still (They somehow can still)
Are there (Remain)
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, here's to pretty women!
Pretty women
Pretty women
Pretty women
Mr. Todd!
She says she'll marry me Sunday
Everything's set, we leave tonight
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 eyes on her again!
But, sir, I beg of you—
And as for you, barber
It is all too clear the company you keep
Service them well and hold their custom, for you will have none of mine!
Mr Todd?
Get out of here
Out, I said!
A stylish trimming of the hair?
A soothing skin massage?
You see, sir, a man infatuate 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, barber
'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
And pretty as a rose bud
As pretty as her mother?
What? What was that?
Nothing, sir, 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 cheers 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 (Then they leave)
Even when they leave (You and vanish)
They still (They somehow can still)
Are there (Remain)
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, here's to pretty women!
Pretty women
Pretty women
Pretty women
Mr. Todd!
She says she'll marry me Sunday
Everything's set, we leave tonight
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 eyes on her again!
But, sir, I beg of you—
And as for you, barber
It is all too clear the company you keep
Service them well and hold their custom, for you will have none of mine!
Mr Todd?
Get out of here
Out, I said!
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