Pretty Women

Mister Todd?
 At your service
 An honor to receive your patronage, m'lord
 You know me, sir?
 Who in this wide world does not know the great Judge Turpin?
 What may I do for you today, sir?
 A stylish trimming of the hair?
 A soothing skin massage?
 Sit, sir, sit!
 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)
 Can man require, than love, sir?
 More than love, sir!
 What, sir?
 Women!
 Ah, yes, women
 Pretty women!
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 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!
 
 A pretty little rosebud!
 Pretty as her mother?
 What? 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 cheers the air
 Pretty women (silhouetted)
 
 Stay within you (glancing)
 Stay forever (breathing lightly)
 Pretty women
 Pretty women
 Blowing out their candles (blowing out their candles)
 Or combing out their hair (combing out their hair, then they leave)
 Even when they leave (even when they leave you and vanish)
 They still are there (they somehow can still remain there with you)
 They're there (there, with you are)
 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, oh!
 Pretty women!
 Pretty women, sir!