Sweeney Todd Musical Soundtrack Lyrics
Pretty Women
JUDGE: Mr. TODD?
TODD: At your service, sir. And what may I do for you, sir? A stylish trimming
of the hair? A soothing skin massage?
JUDGE (Sings):
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.
JUDGE: You are 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.
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: As pretty as her mother?
JUDGE: What? What was that?
TODD: Oh, nothing, sir. Nothing. May we proceed?
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 ...
JUDGE:
Then they leave ...
Even when they leave you
And vanish, they somehow
Can still remain
There with you,
There with you.
BOTH:
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!
TODD:
Even when they leave,
They still
Are
There.
They're there.
Proof of heaven
As you're living —
Pretty women, sir!
JUDGE:
TODD:
Pretty women, here's to
Pretty women, all the
Pretty women ...
Pretty women, yes!
Pretty women, sir!
Pretty women!
Pretty women, sir!
ANTHONY:
She says she'll marry me Sunday,
Everything's set, we leave tonight — !
JUDGE: You!
ANTHONY: Judge Turpin!
JUDGE: There is indeed a Higher Power to warn me thus in time. Johanna elope
with you? Deceiving slut — I'll lock her up in some obscure retreat where
neither you nor any other vile, corrupting youth shall ever lay eyes on her
again.
ANTHONY: But, sir, I beg of you —
JUDGE: And as for you, barber, it is all too clear what company you keep.
Service them well and hold their custom — for you'll have none of mine.
ANTHONY: Mr. TODD!
TODD: Out! Out, I say!