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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
Oh, 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
Stubble, you say?
Perhaps I am a little overhasty, in the mornings
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
Bedazzle the girl untill...
Until?
She bows to your every will!
A barber?
Take me to him