And what may I do for you, sir?
A stylish trimming of the hair?
A soothing skin massage?

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
The closest I ever gave

Oh, you're 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 heart leap higher
What more

What more can man require

Than love, sir?

More than love, sir

What, sir?

Women

Ah yes, women

Pretty women

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Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim