My lord
And who may it be said is your intended sir?
My ward,
Pretty as a rose bud
Pretty as her mother?
Huh? What was that?
Nothing sir. Nothing.
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 chills the air.
Pretty women.

And I found you
On a bench
Looking at nothing
And we didn't talk
Then you said
''Where've you been''
I said, right behind you.