Dell'arte

Dear my
I don't excuse myself
I am of art
I live for her

I saw my farce
I present to you my grace
I go through names, villainies and misfortunes
How unlucky you are to meet me
I always make you pay
Nothing is free here

Ladies and in pain
I present to you my worst of all
I want to catch fire
Ladies and gentlemen
No one will smile alone
I'm going all out
I want to catch fire

Dear my
I don't excuse myself
I am of art
I live for
Dear my
I don't excuse myself
I am of art
I live for her