Pretty Woman - Stephen Sondheim

Mr. Todd?

At your service.

What may I do for you today, sir?

A stylish trimming of the hair?

A soothing skin massage?

You see sir a man infatuated 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

whistles

You are 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 heartly pyre

What more

What more

Can man require

Than love, sir

More than love sir

What sir?

Women

Ah, yes women

Pretty women

whistles

Now then, my friend

Now to your purpose

Patience

Enjoy it

Revenge can’t be taken in haste

Make haste and in this work you’ll be commended sir

My lord

And who may it be said is your intented, sir

My ward

And pretty as a rosebud

Pretty as her mother?

What?

What was that?

Nothing, sir, nothing

May we proceed

Pretty women

Fascinating

Sipping coffee

Dancing

Pretty women

Are a wonder

Pretty women

Sitting in the window

Standing on the stairs

Something in them

Cheers the air

Ah, pretty women

Silhouetted

Stay within you

Glancing

Stay forever

Breathing lightly

Pretty women

Pretty women

Blowing out their candles

Or combing out their hair

Even when they leave

They still are there

There, there

Ah, pretty women

In their mirrors

At 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