Ladies In Their Sensitivities

541 10 6
  • Dedicated to Trin Rider
                                    

Beadle: (sung)

Excuse me, my lord

May I request, my lord

Permission, my lord, to speak?

Forgive me if I suggest, my lord

You're looking less than your best, my lord

There's powder upon your vest, my lord

And stubble upon your cheek...And ladies my lord, are weak...

Judge Turpin: (spoken)

Stubble..you say?

Perhaps I am a little over hasty in the morning...

Beadle: (sung)

Fret not though my lord

I know a place, my lord

A barber, my lord, of skill

Thus armed with a shaven face, my lord

Some eau de cologne to grace, my lord

And musk to enhance the chase, my lord

You'll dazzle the girl until...

Judge Turpin: (spoken)

Until?

She bows to your every will.....

Judge Turpin: (spoken)

Barber? Take me to him!

Sweeney Todd Song LyricsWhere stories live. Discover now