Pretty Women Songtext
von Stephen Sondheim

What can I do for you today sir?
Stylish trimming of the hair?
Soothing skin massage.
Sit sir, sit.

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 . . .!

The closest I ever gave!

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 heartly pyre!
What more?

What more?


Can man require

Than love sir!

More than love sir!

What sir?

Women!

Ah yes women . . .

Pretty women . . .

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!
Pretty as a rose bud . . .

Pretty as her mother?

Huh? What was that?

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,
Here′s to! pretty women,
Pretty women,
Pretty women