Sweeney Todd:
What can I do for you today sir?
Stylish trimming of the hair?
Soothing skin massage.
Sit sir, sit.
Judge Turpin:
You see sir a man infatued 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 . . .!
Sweeney Todd:
The closest I ever gave!
(Whistles a tune)
Judge Turpin:
In a merry mood today Mr. Todd?
Sweeney Todd:
'Tis your delight sir catching fire
From one man to the next!
Judge Turpin:
'Tis true sir love can still inspire
The blood to pound the heartly pyre!
What more?
Sweeney Todd:
What more?
Judge Turpin and Sweeney Todd:
Can man require
Judge Turpin:
Than love sir!
Sweeney Todd:
More than love sir!
Judge Turpin:
What sir?
Sweeney Todd:
Women!
Judge Turpin:
Ah yes women . . .
Sweeney Todd:
Pretty women . . .
Now then my friend . . .
Now to your purpose . . .
Patience, enjoy it
Revenge can't be taken in haste.
Judge Turpin:
Make haste and if we wed you'll be commended, sir!
Sweeney Todd:
My lord!
And who may it be said is your intended sir?
Judge Turpin:
My ward!
Pretty as a rose bud . . .
Sweeney Todd:
Pretty as her mother?
Judge Turpin:
Huh? What was that?
Sweeney Todd:
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 Turpin:
Silhouetted . . .
Sweeney Todd:
Stay within you . . .
Judge Turpin:
Glancing...!
Sweeney Todd:
Stay forever,
Judge Turpin:
Breathing lightly...
Sweeney Todd:
Pretty women!
Judge Turpin:
Pretty women!
Sweeney Todd Judge Turpin:
Blowing out their candles! or
Combing out their hair!
Sweeney Todd:
Even when they leave
They still are there!
They're there
Ah! Pretty women,
At their mirrors!
Judge Turpin:
In their gardens!
Sweeney Todd
Letter-writing!
Judge Turpin
Flower-picking!
Sweeney Todd
Weather-watching!
Sweeney Todd and Jugde Turpin:
How they make a man sing!
Proof of heaven as you're living,
Pretty women! Sir, pretty women!
Yes pretty women,
Here's to! pretty women,
Pretty women,
Pretty women
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim
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