Pretty Women (Pt. 1)

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

Well, 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