Before you even click the play button, I would like to warn you that the video that you are about to watch contains horrible scenes about a demented barber named Todd. The lyrics and title might be about a beautiful young lady but the scenes, with all our might to expurgate, contains significant episodes of morbidity. I reckon you to take your dinner before watching the excerpt or for the hemophobic you can browse around for a much milder posting.
Johanna (Reprise)ANTHONY: I feel you, Johanna I feel you Do they think that walls can hide you? Even now I’m at your window I am in the dark beside you Buried sweetly in your yellow hair Johanna TODD: And are you beautiful and pale With yellow hair, like her I’d want you beautiful and pale The way I’ve dreamed you were, Johanna ANTHONY: Johanna TODD: And if you’re beautiful what then With yellow hair, like wheat I think we shall not meet again, My little dove, my sweet, Johanna ANTHONY: I’ll steal you, Johanna TODD: Goodbye, Johanna You’re gone and yet you’re mine I’m fine, Johanna I’m fine ANTHONY: Johanna BEGGAR: Smoke, smoke Sign of the devil (x2) City on fire Witch, a witch Smell it sir, an evil smell Every night at the vesper's spell Smoke that came with an awful hell City on fire (x2) Mischief (x3) TODD: And if I never hear your voice, My turtle dove, my dear I still have reason to rejoice The way ahead is clear Johanna ANTHONY: I feel you, Johanna TODD: And in that darkness when I’m blind With what I can’t forget It’s always morning in my mind, My little lamb, my pet Johanna You stay, Johanna ANTHONY: Johanna TODD: The way I dreamed you were Oh, look, Johanna A star ANTHONY: Buried sweetly in your yellow hair TODD: A shooting star BEGGAR: There, there Somebody, somebody Look up there Didn’t I tell you? Smell that air City on fire Quick, sir! Run and tell Warn them all of the witch's spell There it is, there it is There in hell, this smell Tell it to the fiddler, police as well Tell them, tell them Oh! Fiend! City on fire (x2) Mischief (x2) TODD: And though I’ll think of you I guess Until the day I die I think I miss you less and less As every day goes by Johanna ANTHONY: Johanna TODD: And you’d be beautiful and pale And look too much like her If only angels could prevail We’d be the way we were
Johanna ANTHONY: I feel you, Johanna TODD: Wake up, Johanna *Another bright red day* We learn, Johanna To say Goodbye ANTHONY: I’ll steal youDisclaimer: Please message me if there are any rights violated in my video post so I can remove them from my blog. Thank you and enjoy!
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