Sweeney Todd-Pretty Women

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!