Judge:
Mr. todd?
Todd:
At your service. and what may I do for you today, sir?
A stylisg trimming of the hair? a sooting skin massage?
Judge:
you see sir, a man infatuate wihe love,
her ardent and eager slave.
so fetch the pomade and pumics stone
and lend me a more seductive tone,
A sprinkling perhaps of french cologne,
but first sir, I think a shave.
Todd:
The closet I ever gave.
Judge:
You are in a merry mood today, Mr. todd.
Todd:
'Tis your delight sir, catching fire
From one man to the next
Judge:
'Tis true sir, love can still inspire
The blood to pound, the heart leap higher.
Both:
What more, what more can man require-
Judge:
Than love, sir?
Todd:
More than love, sir.
Judge:
What, sir?
Todd:
Women.
Judge:
Ah yes, women
Todd:
Pretty woman.
Now then, my Friend. Now to your purpose.
Patience, enjoy it.
Revenge can't be taken in haste.
Judge:
Make haste, and if we wed, You'll be commended sir.
Todd:
and who, may it be said,
Is your intended, sir?
and who, may it be said,
Is your intended sir?
Judge:
My ward. and Pretty as a rosebud
Todd:
Pretty as her mother?
Judge:
What? What was that?
Todd:
Nothing sir. Nothing. may we proceed?
Pretty women. Fascinating. sipping coffe, dancing.
Are a wonder. Pretty women.
Sitting in the window or standing on the stair,
Something in them
Cheers the air.
Ah, pretty women......
Judge:
Sillhouetted...
Todd:
Stay within you...
Judge:
Glancing...
Todd:
Stay Forever...
Judge:
Breathing lightly...
Todd:
Pretty women
Both:
Pretty Women!
Blowing out their candles or
combing out their hair.
Judge:
Then they leave.
Even when they leave you and vanish, they somehow
Can still remain
there with you, there with you.
Both:
Ah, Pretty women...
Todd:
At their mirrors...
Judge:
In their gardens...
Todd:
Letter - writing...
Judge:
Flower- picking...
Todd:
Weather - watching...
Both:
How they make a man sing!
Proof of heaven
as you're living-
Pretty women sir!
Todd:
Even when they leave you
They still are there.
They're there.