Where does the time fly?
Simply too few hours in the day.
Oh, a diva's work is never done.
No release, no time for fun.
Not if a diva has to run an opera company.
Every small detail to supervise.
Every pretty face to scru—tinize
I plan beneath these eyes,this opera company.
Why take on this arduous chore?Sleepless nightsI pace across my bedroom floor.
Why do I live completely for this opera company?
'Cause it's mine,from the stalls,to the portraits on the wall,from the balconies and loges far and near.
It belongs all to me,every item that you see.
From the cellars to the crystal chandelier.From the floating marble grand facade,to the elevated promenade.From every toilet bowl,to every leading role.
This place is mine!
I will sing, I will glowI will never let it go,I will hold it ever captive in my hand.
Like a god, like a queenI will enter every scene
And control it like the kingdom I command.
And I pity any baritone,who attempts to tread the stage I own.
With no polite request,he's here at my behest.
'Cause it's all mine!
My curtain and my canopy.
My song, my key, my chart
My grand romantic destiny,from here my life will start.
I'll be out on the stage,looking great and half my age.
Every chance I get,I'll get them on their feet.
I will burn, I will scheme,I will realize my dream.
For if I'm not in the light I'm incomplete
And the best part I'm just coming to,how they'll all applaud for you know who.I can't believe I'm here,and this is my career.
It must be seen like a torch,we'll engrave it on the porch.
Like an edict, like a beacon, like a sign!
This place is mine!