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 

Don’t let anybody out here 
Tell you what you gotta do here