desdemona do not go to sleep brown-eyed tosca don't believe the creep i see it in his eyes and why don't you ladies believe me when i'm screaming i always believe you violetta keep your man locked up or like cio-cio you will end up burned by love or sickness and why don't you ladies believe me when i'm screaming i always believe you there is a knock at the door, tell me it's not mimi again or is it gilda's waiting passion to be stabbed and killed again katya kabanova, why did you marry him? you knew his mother was a bitch and would keep hold of him oh Pamina got away from mama before the age of rambo opera damned ladies of orpheus your arias cause a stir in my sad, sad and lonely heart

Damned Ladies

A song about my obsessive relationship with opera heroines—Madame Butterfly, Tosca, Mimi. It has a Viennese-type arrangement, sort of like something you’d hear in "The Third Man." In the song, I lament how these women are constantly dying brutal deaths, which I can see coming but cannot stop. It gets me every time. - rufus wainwright