Rufus Wainwright
My Little You
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
From Letras Mania