Letras:Sweeney Todd. Pretty Women.

TODD
And what may I do for you today, sir?
A stylish trimming of the hair? A
soothing skin massage?
Sit sir, sit

JUDGE
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.

TODD
*Whistling*

JUDGE
You're in a merry mood today, Mr.
Todd.

TODD
'Tis your delight, sir, catching fire
From one man to the next.

JUDGE
'Tis true, sir, love can still inspire
The blood to pound, the heart leap higher.

BOTH
What more, what more can man require

JUDGE
Than love, sir?

TODD
More than love, sir.

JUDGE
What, sir?

TODD
Women.

JUDGE
Ah yes, women.

TODD
Pretty women.

JUDGE
Ba ba ba ba ba ba...

TODD
Now then, my friend.
Now to your purpose.
Patience, enjoy it.
Revenge can't be taken in haste.

JUDGE
Make haste, and if we wed,
You'll be commended, sir.

TODD
My lord...
And who, may it be said,
Is your intended, sir?

JUDGE
My ward.
And pretty as a rosebud.

TODD
Pretty as her mother?

JUDGE
What? What was that?

TODD
Oh, 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

JUDGE
Silhouetted...

TODD
Stay within you,

JUDGE
Glancing...

TODD
Stay forever,

JUDGE
Breathing lightly...

TODD
Pretty women,

BOTH
Pretty women!

Blowing out their candles or
Combing out their hair,
Even when they leave
They still are there.
They're there

Ah! Pretty women,

TODD
At their mirrors,

JUDGE
In their gardens,

TODD
Letter-writing,

JUDGE
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!
Pretty women! All of them!
Pretty women!
Pretty women!
Pretty women,
Pretty women