Lyrics Pretty Women - Michael Ball , Luke Brady

What can I do for you today sir?
Stylish trimming of the hair?
Soothing skin massage

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

The closest I ever gave

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
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
And pretty as a rose bud

Pretty as her mother?

What? What was that?

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
Even when they leave
They still
Are there
They're there
Ah!
Pretty women
At their mirrors
Blowing out
Their candles
Combing out their hair
Then they leave
Even when they leave you and vanish
They somehow can still can remain
There with you
There with you
Ah!

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, here's to pretty women!
Pretty women
Pretty women
Pretty women.