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Sweeney Todd-Pretty Women

SONG LYRICS Todd: What may I do for you today, sir? Stylish trimming of the hair? Soothing skin massage? Sit sir, sit. Turpin: 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 sprikling perhaps of French cologne But first, Sir, I think A Shave Todd: The closest I ever gave Turpin: You're in a merry modd today Mr. Todd. Todd: Tis your delight, sir, catching fire From one man to the next Turpin: Tis true Sir Love can still inspire The blood pound to The heart leap higher What more-- Todd: What more-- Both: can man require Turpin: Than love sir Todd: More than love sir Turpin: What, sir? Todd: Women Turpin: Yes, women Todd: Pretty women. random musical interlude..haha _________________________ Todd: Now then my friend Now to your purpose. Patience Enjoy it Revenge cant be taken in haste-- Turpin: Make haste And if we wed You'll be commended, sir Todd: My Lord And who may it be said Is your intented sir? Turpin: My Ward. cast Dialoge ____________________ Todd: Pretty women facinating sipping coffee dancing Pretty women are a wonder Pretty women. Sitting in the window Or standing on the stair. Something in them Cheers the air. Pretty women Turpin: Silhouetted Todd: Stay Within you Turpin: Glancing Todd: Stay forever Turpin: Breathing lightly Todd: Pretty women Both: Pretty women! Todd: Blowing out their-- Turpin: Blowing out their Both: Candles Todd: Or, combing our their-- Turpin: Combing out their Both: Hair Turpin: They they leave-- Todd: Even when they leave Turpin: you and vanish Todd: They still-- Turpin: They somehow can still remain Todd: are There-- Turpin: There with you Todd: They're there Both: Pretty women Todd: At their mirrors Turpin: In their garden Todd: Letter writting Turpin: Flower picking Todd: Weather watching Both: How they make a man sing! Proof of Heaven As you're living Pretty women, sir! Pretty women, yes! Todd: Pretty women, sir! Turpin: Pretty women, pretty women!