Too operatic, so true, and it's all aimed at you, aimed directly at you Too operatic you say, but when you've been betrayed, lilting airs hold no sway Too operatic in style and in substance, I smile, there's no changing the dial Too much emotion for songs meant for children who long for a chance to sing 'long Too much emotion for tunes sung by swingers who croon and then sleep until noon Too operatic for you, does the killer in you have a similar view Too overblown for your taste, for your Philistine taste It was all such a waste You, who I trusted, so wrong, who I trusted too long, who I trusted too long You, who I trusted, so wrong, who I trusted too long, who I trusted too long