Your public needs you. We need you too. Would you not rather have your precious little ingenue? Signora, no. The world wants you. Primadonna, First Lady on the stage, Your deputies are on their knees to implore you. Can you bow out when they're shouting your name? Think of how they all adore you. Primadonna, enchant us once again. Think of your muse and of the queues round the theater. Can you deny us the triumph in store? Sing Primadonna once more. Christine spoke of an angel. Whatever your song, we shall hear again. Think of your public. What there's a public like this. We hear a voice like a usual angel. From their cry of undying support. We get our opera. We get our limelight. Leading ladies are a triumph. We hear your song shall never be quiet. You'll sing again. What there's warning, We'll hear it again. We know you'll shine in heart and mind. Come on, call and sing of a fever. I must see these demands are rejected. Diva, diva, happy to redeem. A chorus girl who's gone and stepped with the patrol. All in the suit, red in twine. We love to wet over the maiden line. Must have been with love to ever get away. With all this in our play. But if it's lovely sung and in our foreign tongue. It's just the sort of story audiences adore. In fact, a perfect opera. Diva, donna, the world is at your feet. The nation waves at how it aims to be cheated. Light up the stage with an angel. Sing diva, donna. The world's at your feet. The world's at your feet.