What can I do for you sir?
I could kill you multiple ways
Stylish trimming of the hair?
As in ripping out your hair then killing you
Soothing skin massage, sit sir ,sit.
Yes go into your last seat EVER
You see sir a man inflated with love
I don't want to hear this you will just make me want to kill you faster
Her ardent and eager slave.
I doubt my Johanna was eager for being your slave
So fetch the pomade and pumice stone
Stones to clobber your head in with?
And lend me a more seductive tone, a sprinkling perhaps of French cologne but first sir a shave.
You bored me up to the point where you menschen me shaving you
The closest I ever gave (whistles)
True there and he doesn't suspect it!
In a merry mood today Mr. Todd?
Yes I get to slice your throat open and avenge my Lucy
Tis your delight sir catching fire from one man to the next
Total lie right there but whatever gets the job done
Tis true sir, love can still inspire the blood to pound the heart leap higher what more can man require.
Not getting sent to jail, seeing my daughter, also my wife being ALIVE
What more can man require
Living in my own house
Than love sir
A lot still
More than love sir?
Lets see if he gets this right
What's that?
Women
Ah yes women
Yea you mean like Lucy and Johanna
Pretty women
Now what, huh Turpin?
Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum (Sweeney whistles along)
Nervous I see don't worry this will be your last song and shave
Now then my friends
This is the best day ever
Now to your purpose, patients, enjoy it revenge can't be taken in haste
Very true nice, slow, and painful
Make haste in this work and you will be commended sir.
Well that's not to nice is it. Well I'm not nice either oh well
And who may it be said is your intensions sir?
I already know this but it will calm you down
My ward, as pretty as a rosebud
Oh well now I know some comparison to my daughter
As pretty as her mother?
Opps that slipped
Huh, what was that?
Oh thank gosh I got some more luck
Nothing sir, nothing may we precede?
Come on I'm dying with anticipation
Pretty women
Which would be Lucy and Mrs. Lovett.
Fascinating...
That would go straight to Mrs. Lovett.
Sipping coffee,
My Lucy loved coffee, one of her favorite things
Dancing... pretty women
Mrs. Lovett does like to dance though. Why am I thinking of her?
Pretty women
Which my Johanna would also categorize under
Are a wonder.
Mrs. Lovett is a plain old Bloody wonder
Pretty women!
I should probably stop repeating my self
Sitting in the window or
Like my poor Lucy when I left
Standing on the stair
Mrs. Lovett outside my shop I guess I don't know where that came from
Something in them cheers the air.
Maybe the aroma or even the smiles
Pretty women
I think this is a point in my song
Silhouetted...
Really Turpin, really?
Stay within you,
Even when they die.
Glancing...
Because you scare them.
stay forever,
At least in your heart
Breathing lightly...
Really I thought you would say screaming in terror. That is also creepy you say about breathing.
Pretty women,
Turpin must be stupid
Pretty women!
I think were both talking about Lucy, or am I talking about Lucy and he is talking about Johanna
Blowing out their candles or
Mrs. Lovett blowing out candles is like a windstorm compared to Lucy
Combing out their hair,
Lucy did good at that, meanwhile Mrs. Lovett has a nest of dead humans in her hair.
Even when they leave
Like Lucy and Johanna
They still are there.
In your heart as I said before
They're there
I know they are even if Lucy is dead I still have Johanna
Ah! Pretty women, at their mirrors,
This was always fascinating for me when it involves my dear Lucy, sometimes Mrs. Lovett not often though
In their gardens,
Really make a women sweat doing labor like that?
Letter-writing,
There neat handwriting compared to the male race
Flower-picking,
That's pretty much the same of gardening
Weather-watching.
Mine and Lucy's favorite activity
How they make a man sing!
I say a man because you are just a foul beast
Proof of heaven as you're living,
I was a lucky man but not anymore anyways
Pretty women! Yes, pretty women!
Yes I almost have him
Here's to pretty women,
He doesn't even notice! He is going to be dead in my clutches soon!
Pretty women,
Yes almost there keep singing
Pretty women,
Come on, Come on!
Pretty women
ANTHONY REALLY DON'T YOU SEE IM TRYING TO KILL TURPIN RIGHT NOW!
