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And what may I do for you today, sir? A stylish trimming of the hair? A soothing skin massage? Sit sir, sit 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. You're in a merry mood today, Mr. Todd. 'Tis your delight, sir, catching fire From one man to the next. 'Tis true, sir, love can still inspire The blood to pound, the heart leap higher. What more, what more can man require Than love, sir? More than love, sir. Letras de canciones What, sir? Women. Ah yes, women. Pretty women. Ba ba ba ba ba ba... Now then, my friend. Now to your purpose. Patience, enjoy it. Revenge can't be taken in haste. Make haste, and if we wed, You'll be commended, sir. My lord... And who, may it be said, Is your intended, sir? My ward. And pretty as a rosebud. Pretty as her mother? What? What was that? 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 Silhouetted... Stay within you, Glancing... Stay forever, Breathing lightly... Pretty women, 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, At their mirrors, In their gardens, Letter-writing, Flower-picking, Weather-watching. 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 From Letras Mania