Songtexte Pretty Women - Highlights version - Johnny Depp feat. Alan Rickman
                                                Sweeney: 
                                                What 
                                                can 
                                                    I 
                                                do 
                                                for 
                                                you 
                                                today 
                                                sir?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Stylish 
                                                trimming 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                hair?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Soothing 
                                                skin 
                                                massage. 
                                                Sit 
                                                sir. 
                                                Sit.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Judge 
                                                Turpin: 
                                                You 
                                                see 
                                                sir 
                                                    a 
                                                man 
                                                infatued 
                                                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.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sweeney: 
                                                The 
                                                closest 
                                                    I 
                                                ever 
                                                gave
 
                                    
                                
                                                Judge 
                                                Turpin: 
                                                In 
                                                    a 
                                                merry 
                                                mood 
                                                today 
                                                Mr. 
                                                Todd?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sweeney: 
                                                Tis 
                                                your 
                                                delight 
                                                sir 
                                                catching 
                                                fire 
                                                from 
                                                one 
                                                man 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                next.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Judge 
                                                Turpin: 
                                                Tis 
                                                true 
                                                sir 
                                                love 
                                                can 
                                                still 
                                                inspire 
                                                the 
                                                blood 
                                                to 
                                                pound,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                heart 
                                                leap 
                                                higher. 
                                                What 
                                                more
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sweeney: 
                                                What 
                                                more?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Both: 
                                                Can 
                                                man 
                                                require
 
                                    
                                
                                                Judge 
                                                Turpin: 
                                                Than 
                                                love 
                                                sir
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sweeney: 
                                                More 
                                                than 
                                                love 
                                                sir
 
                                    
                                
                                                Judge 
                                                Turpin: 
                                                What 
                                                sir?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sweeney: 
                                                Women
 
                                    
                                
                                                Judge 
                                                Turpin: 
                                                Ah 
                                                yes 
                                                women
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sweeney: 
                                                Pretty 
                                                women
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                then 
                                                my 
                                                friend.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                to 
                                                your 
                                                purpose.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Patience. 
                                                Enjoy 
                                                it.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Revenge 
                                                can′t 
                                                be 
                                                taken 
                                                in 
                                                haste.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Judge 
                                                Turpin: 
                                                Make 
                                                haste 
                                                and 
                                                in 
                                                this 
                                                work
 
                                    
                                
                                                You'll 
                                                be 
                                                commended 
                                                sir
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sweeney: 
                                                My 
                                                lord...
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                who 
                                                may 
                                                it 
                                                be 
                                                said 
                                                is 
                                                your 
                                                intended 
                                                sir?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Judge 
                                                Turpin: 
                                                My 
                                                ward
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pretty 
                                                as 
                                                    a 
                                                rose 
                                                bud
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sweeney: 
                                                Pretty 
                                                as 
                                                her 
                                                mother?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Judge 
                                                Turpin: 
                                                Huh? 
                                                What 
                                                was 
                                                that?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sweeney: 
                                                Nothing 
                                                sir. 
                                                Nothing.
 
                                    
                                
                                                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 
                                                chills 
                                                the 
                                                air.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pretty 
                                                women
 
                                    
                                
                                                Judge 
                                                Turpin: 
                                                Silhouetted...
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sweeney: 
                                                Stay 
                                                within 
                                                you,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Judge 
                                                Turpin: 
                                                Glancing...
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sweeney: 
                                                stay 
                                                forever,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Judge 
                                                Turpin: 
                                                Breathing 
                                                lightly...
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sweeney: 
                                                Pretty 
                                                women,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Both: 
                                                Pretty 
                                                women!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Blowing 
                                                out 
                                                their 
                                                candles 
                                                or
 
                                    
                                
                                                Combing 
                                                out 
                                                their 
                                                hair,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Combing 
                                                out 
                                                their 
                                                hair 
                                                then 
                                                they 
                                                leave
 
                                    
                                
                                                Even 
                                                when 
                                                they 
                                                leave 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                vainish 
                                                they 
                                                somehow 
                                                can 
                                                still 
                                                can 
                                                remain
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                with 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                Even 
                                                when 
                                                they 
                                                leave
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                still 
                                                are 
                                                there.
 
                                    
                                
                                                They′re 
                                                there
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ah! 
                                                Pretty 
                                                women,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sweeney: 
                                                At 
                                                their 
                                                mirrors,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Judge 
                                                Turpin: 
                                                In 
                                                their 
                                                gardens,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sweeney: 
                                                Letter-writing,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Judge 
                                                Turpin: 
                                                Flower-picking,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sweeney: 
                                                Weather-watching.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Both: 
                                                How 
                                                they 
                                                make 
                                                    a 
                                                man 
                                                sing!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Proof 
                                                of 
                                                heaven 
                                                as 
                                                you're 
                                                living,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pretty 
                                                women! 
                                                Sir, 
                                                pretty 
                                                women!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yes 
                                                pretty 
                                                women,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pretty 
                                                women,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pretty 
                                                women,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pretty 
                                                women
 
                                    
                                 
                            
                                Album
                                
Sweeney Todd, The Demon Barber of Fleet Street, The Motion Picture Soundtrack (Highlights)                                
                                
                                    
                         Veröffentlichungsdatum
 17-12-2007
                            1 Opening Title
2 No Place Like London - Highlights version
3 The Worst Pies in London - Highlights version
4 Poor Thing - Highlights version
5 My Friends
6 Green Finch and Linnett Bird
7 Johanna
8 Pirelli's Miracle Elixir
9 The Contest - Highlights version
10 Wait - Highlights version
11 Pretty Women - Highlights version
12 Epiphany - Highlights version
13 A Little Priest - Highlights version
14 Johanna
15 God, That's Good!
16 By the Sea - Highlights version
17 Not While I'm Around - Highlights version
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