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
Combing out their hair

Then they leave
Even when they leave you (even when they leave)
And vanish, they somehow (they still)
Can still remain
There with you (are here)
There with you (they're there)

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, sir
Pretty women! Pretty women

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

You!

Judge Turpin!

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!

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim