Lyrics: Stephen Sondheim
Music: Stephen Sondheim
D: What may I do for you today, sir?
A stylish trimming of the hair?
Soothing skin message?
Sit, sir, sit.
A: You see, sir a man infatuate with love her ardent and eager slave. So fetch the pomade and pumice soon and lend me a more seductive tone. A sprinkling perhaps of French cologne but first, sir, I think a shave.
D: The closest I ever gave.
A: In a merry mood today Mr. Todd?
D: 'Tis your delight, sir catching fire from one man to the next.
A: 'Tis true, sir love can still inspire the blood to pound the heart leap higher. What more
D: What more
A: Can man require than love, sir (D: can man require)
D: More than love, sir.
A: What, sir.
D: Women.
A: a yeah women.
D: Pretty women.
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Now then, my friend.
Now to your purpose.
Patience, enjoy it.
Revenge can't be taken in haste.
A: Make haste and if we wed you'll be commended sir.
D: My lord. And who, may it be said is your intended, sir?
A: My ward.
A pretty little rosebud.
D: Pretty as her mother?
A: What? What was that?
D: 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 Cheere the air.
Pretty women
A: Silhouetted
D: Stay within you
A: Glancing
D: Stay forever
A: Breathing lightly
D: Pretty women
A&D: Pretty women
Blowing out their candles or combing out their hair.
A: Then they leave
D: Even when they...they still...are there...they're there...
(A:Even when they leave...leave you and vanish... they somehow can still remain...there with you)
A&D: Pretty women
D: At their mirrors
A: In their gardens
D: Letter-writing
A: Flower-picking
D: Weather-watching
A&D: How the make a man sing
Proof of heaven
As you're living
Pretty women, sir!
Pretty women, yes!
Pretty women, go!
Pretty women, pretty women.