Pretty Women [2012 London]

And what may I do for you, 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'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, what more an 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 rosebud

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
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 Even when they leave
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
Pretty women! All the
Pretty women, sir! Pretty women
Pretty women

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 what company you keep
Service them well and hold their custom for you'll have none of mine!

Mr. Todd!

Out!