Pretty Women (Pt. 2)

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

As pretty as her mother?

What? What was that?

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

Silhouetted

Stay within you

Glancing

Stay forever

Breathing lightly

Pretty women

Pretty women

Blowing out their candles, or

Blowing out their candles

Combing out their hair

Combing out their hair

Then they leave

Even when they leave

Even when they leave you and vanish

They somehow can still remain

They still are there

There with you

There, there

There with you

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

Pretty women, sir

Pretty women

All the pretty women

Pretty women

Johanna marries me Sunday

Everything's set, we leave tonight

You!

Judge Turpin

Oh, there is indeed a higher power to warn me thus in time

Johanna, elope with you? I will lock her up in some obscure retreat

Where neither you, nor any other vile corrupting youth, shall ever lay eyes on her again

But, sir, I beg of you

And as for you, barber

It's all too clear what company you keep

Service them well and hold their custom, for you will have none of mine!