Sweeney Todd Soundtrack – Pretty Women lyrics

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:
the closest I ever gave
*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:
*whistling* ...
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:
Huh? 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!