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Mister Todd?
At your service
An honor to receive your patronage, m'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 soothing skin massage?
Sit, sir, sit!
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
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!
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? What was that?
Nothing, sir! Nothing!
Pretty women, fascinating
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 (silhouetted)
Stay within you (glancing)
Stay forever (breathing lightly)
Pretty women
Pretty women
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 (there, with you are)
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!
Pretty women, yes!
Pretty women, oh!
Pretty women!
Pretty women, sir!