Betty Buckley - Pretty Women Lyrics

Mr. Todd?
At your service.
What may I do for you today, sir?
A stylish trimming of the hair?
A soothing skin massage?
You see sir a man infatuated 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
whistles
You are 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
whistles
Now then, my friend
Now to your purpose
Patience
Enjoy it
Revenge can't be taken in haste
Make haste and in this work you'll be commended sir
My lord
And who may it be said is your intented, sir
My ward
And pretty as a rosebud
Pretty as her mother?
What?
What was that?
Nothing, sir, nothing
May we proceed
Pretty women
Fascinating
Sipping coffee
Dancing
Pretty women
Are a wonder
Pretty women
Sitting in the window
Standing on the stairs
Something in them
Cheers the air
Ah, 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
There, there
Ah, pretty women
In their mirrors
At 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, oh
Pretty women

Mr. Todd?
At your service.
What may I do for you today, sir?
A stylish trimming of the hair?
A soothing skin massage?
You see sir a man infatuated 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
whistles
You are 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
whistles
Now then, my friend
Now to your purpose
Patience
Enjoy it
Revenge can't be taken in haste
Make haste and in this work you'll be commended sir
My lord
And who may it be said is your intented, sir
My ward
And pretty as a rosebud
Pretty as her mother?
What?
What was that?
Nothing, sir, nothing
May we proceed
Pretty women
Fascinating
Sipping coffee
Dancing
Pretty women
Are a wonder
Pretty women
Sitting in the window
Standing on the stairs
Something in them
Cheers the air
Ah, 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
There, there
Ah, pretty women
In their mirrors
At 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, oh
Pretty women