Pretty Women

Mister Todd?

At your service

An honor to receive your patronage, my 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 smoothing skin massage?

Sit, sir, sit

You see, sir, a man infatued 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, Mister 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

Oh, 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

A pretty little rosebud

Pretty as her mother?

What was that?

Nothing, sir, nothing

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Fascinating

Sipping coffee

Dancing

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Are a wonder

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Sitting in the window

Or standing on the stair

Something in them

Cheers the air

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Silhouetted

Stay within you

Glancing

Stay forever

Breathing lightly

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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

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!

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Yes

Pretty women

Oh, pretty women

Pretty women