You were thought of in the dressing room of La Divina Where your parents spent too much time in front of the mirror In the Conservatorio Musicale Luigi Cherubini
My little you
Daddy putting on his make-up and wearing black feathers Mama wading through the river Styx with all the answers Back and forth between the living and the dead Lipstick glances you My little you
DonÂŽt let anybody out here Tell you what you gotta do here