With microphone in hand she takes centre stage
you would never think she was seventy, she's never aged
my guess is she will start with a Mozart aria
maybe one of my favorites like Voi che sapete
The surrounding lights do start to dim
this angelic beauty is about to sing
her voice is crisp as a summer's morn
she is shining bright, stealing the limelight
Well it's a Mozart aria, half right
but she starts with Queen of the night
I wonder where she will go from there
singing to perfection, stealing the limelight
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 4:46 AM UTC
With microphone in hand she takes centre stage
you would never think she was seventy, she's never aged
my guess is she will start with a Mozart aria
maybe one of my favorites like Voi che sapete
The surrounding lights do start to dim
this angelic beauty is about to sing
her voice is crisp as a summer's morn
she is shining bright, stealing the limelight
Well it's a Mozart aria, half right
but she starts with Queen of the night
I wonder where she will go from there
singing to perfection, stealing the limelight
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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