Pretty Women

Mr. Todd?
At your service. And what may I do for you today, sir?
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 are 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 hate, 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 rosebud.

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
Ah, 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 Even when they leave you
And vanish, they somehow They still
Can still remain Are
There with you, There
There with you. 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, here's to
Pretty women, sir! Pretty women, all the
Pretty women! Pretty women
Pretty women, sir!

Johanna marries me Sunday
Everything's set
We leave tonight!
You!
Judge Turpin!

There is indeed a higher power to wan me thus in time. Johanna elope
with you? Deceiving slut— 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 what company you keep
Service them well and hold their custom—for you'll have none of mine
Mr. Todd!
Out! Out, I said!