Songtexte Pretty Women - Johnny Depp feat. Alan Rickman

Mr. Todd?
At your service
An honor to receive your patronage, m′lord!
You know me, sir?
Who in this wide world does not know the great Judge Turpin?
What may I do for you today, sir?
A stylish... Trimming of the hair? A soothing skin massage?
Sit, sir, sit!
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
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
What more can man require?
Than love, sir?
More than love, sir!
What, sir?
Women!
Ah, yes, women
Pretty women!
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!
A pretty little rosebud!
Pretty as her mother?
What? What was that?
Nothing, sir! Nothing!
Pretty women
Fascinating
Sipping coffee
Or 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
Even when they leave
They still
Are there (with you)
They′re there... (there, with you)
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, oh!
Pretty women!
Pretty women!