My Little You - Rufus Wainwright

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