Letras: Sweeney Todd. Wait.

It's not much of a chair but it'll do
It was me poor Albert's chair
Sit in it all day long he did
After his leg give out with gout

Why doesn't the beadle come?
"Before the week is out," that's what he said
[Incomprehensible] says the week's out
It's only Tuesday

Easy now, hush, love, hush
Don't distress yourself, what's your rush?
Keep your thoughts, nice and lush
Wait

Hush, love, hush, think it through
Once it bubbles then what's to do?
Watch it close, let it brew
Wait

I've been thinking flowers, maybe daisies
To brighten up the room
Don't you think some flowers, pretty daisies
Might relieve the gloom?
Ah, wait, love, wait

And the judge? When will I get him?
Can't you think of nothing else?
Always broodin' away on your wrongs
What happened heaven knows how many years ago

Slow, love, slow, time's so fast
Now goes quickly, see, now it's past
Soon will come, soon will last
Wait

Don't you know, silly man
Half the fun is to plan the plan
All good things come to those who can
Wait

Gilly flowers, maybe
'Stead of daisies
I don't know, though
What do you think?