Ladies in Their Sensitivities - Stephen Sondheim

Written by：Stephen Sondheim

I have news for you my friend

In order to shield her from the evils of this world

I have decided to marry johanna next Monday

Ah sir happy news indeed

Strange though when I offered myself to her she showed a certain reluctance

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

Ladies and their sensitivities my lord

Have a fragile sensibility

When a girl's emergent

Probably it's urgent

You refer to her gentility my lord

Personal disorder cannot be ignored

Given their gentile proclivities

Meaning no offenses it

Happens they resense it

Ladies and their sensitivities my lord

Stubble you say

Perhaps at times I am a little over hasty with my morning ablutions

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

She bows to your every will

Perhaps you're right take me to him