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*
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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*
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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!
