Ladies in Their Sensitivities

I have news for you, my friend In order to shield her from the evils of this world I have decided to marry my dear Johanna Oh, sir, happy news indeed! Strange, though When I offered myself to her She showed a certain reluctance Excuse me, my lord, may I request, my lord Permission, my lord, to speak? Forgive me if I suggest, my lord You're looking less than your best, my lord There's powder upon your vest, my lord And stubble upon your cheek And ladies, my lord, are weak Stubble, you say? Perhaps I am a little overhasty in the mornings Fret not, though, my lord, I know a place, my lord A barber, my lord, of skill Thus armed with a shaven face, my lord Some eau de cologne to grace, my lord And musk to enhance the chase, my lord You'll dazzle the girl until Until? She bows to your every will Barber? Take me to him