Ladies in Their Sensitivities

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 up on your cheek.

And ladies my lord,

Are weak.

Dialogue

Ladies in their sensitivities, my lord

Have a fragile sensibility,

When a girl's emergent,

Probaly it's urgent,

You differ to her gentility, my lord.

Personal disorder cannot be ignored given their gentile proclivities,

Meaning no offense,

It happenes they resent it,

Ladies in their sensitivities my lord.

Dialogue

Fret not though my lord,

I know a place my lord,

A baber my lord of skill

Thus armed with a shaven face my lord

Some eau de cologne to grace my lord

You'll dazzle the girl until

She bows to your every will