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Alex Lacamoire - Pretty Women Pt 2 Lyrics

[TODD]
Now then, my friend
Now to your purpose
Patience, enjoy it
Revenge can't be taken in haste

[JUDGE TURPIN]
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 TURPIN]
My ward
And pretty as a rosebud

[TODD, spoken]
As pretty as her mother?

[JUDGE TURPIN, spoken]
What? What was that?

[TODD, spoken]
Oh, nothing, sir, nothing, may we proceed?
[TODD]
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 womеn

[JUDGE TURPIN]
Silhouetted

[TODD]
Stay within you

[JUDGE TURPIN]
Glancing

[TODD]
Stay forevеr
[JUDGE TURPIN]
Breathing lightly

[TODD]
Pretty women

[JUDGE TURPIN & TODD]
Pretty women
Blowing out their candles or
Combing out their hair

[JUDGE TURPIN, TODD]
Then they leave
Even when they leave you
Even when they leave
And vanish, they somehow
They still
Can still remain
Are
There with you
There
There with you

[JUDGE TURPIN, TODD]
Ah, pretty women
[TODD]
At their mirrors

[JUDGE TURPIN]
In their gardens

[TODD]
Letter-writing

[JUDGE TURPIN]
Flower-picking

[TODD]
Weather-watching

[JUDGE TURPIN & TODD]
How they make a man sing—
Proof of heaven
As you're living—
Pretty women, sir

[JUDGE, TODD]
Pretty women, yes
Pretty women, here's to
Pretty women, sir
Pretty women
Pretty women

[ANTHONY]
Johanna marries me Sunday
Everything's set, we leave tonight

[JUDGE TURPIN]
You

[ANTHONY, spoken]
Judge Turpin

[JUDGE TURPIN, spoken]
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

[ANTHONY, spoken]
But, sir, I beg of you

[JUDGE TURPIN, spoken]
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