Timothy Spall - Ladies in Their Sensitivities | Текст песни

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Judge:
I have news for you, my friend.
In order to shield her from the evils of this world
I have decided to marry my dear Johanna.

Beadle:
Oh, sir, happy news indeed!

Judge:
Strange, though.
When I offered myself to her
She showed a certain... reluctance.

Beadle:
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:
Stubble, you say?
Perhaps I am a little over-hasty in the mornings

Beadle:
Fret not though, my lord
I know a place, my lord
A barber, my lord, of skill
Thus art with a shaven face, my lord
Some eau de cologne to place, my lord
And to enhance the chase, my lord
You'll dazzle the girl until...

Judge:
Until?

Beadle:
She bows to your every will

Judge:
A barber?
Take me to him!

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