I am an opera singer
I stand on painted tape
It tells me where I'm going
And where to throw my cape

I call my co-star's brother
I call my co-star's knave
I play both good and evil parts
I sing to Verdi's grave

And every single morning
By ten a.m. I'm dressed
My rehearsals last for hours and hours
With dilligence I have been blessed

Some people they call me "monster"
Some people they call me "saint"
My talent feeds my darker side
Yet no one will complain

I am an opera singer
I sing in foreign lands




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