i OWN NOTHING! SOB! NONE OF THE CHARIES!

.Her name is Christine
She was a diva
with pretty diamonds in her hair
and a dress cut down to there
She would dance
And sing opera
And while she tried to be astar
Erik always watched from afar
On the crowded stage
They worked with passion and rage
They were young and they had each other
Who could ask for more?

At the Opera
Opera oh Opera
Singing all night they're gonna!
Here at the Opera
Opera oh Opera
Music and passion
were always the fashion
At the Opera
they fell in love...

His name was Raoul
He was a fop boy
He was escorted to his box
He saw Christine's curly locks
and when she finished
He went to see her.
But Raoul went a bit too far
and Erik gave him an ugly scar
and then the punches flew
and chairs were smashed in two
There was blood and a single gun shot
But just who shot who?

At the Opera
Opera oh Opera
Singing all night they're gonna!
Here at the Opera
Opera oh Opera
Music and passion
were always the fashion
At the Opera

She lost her love

Her name is Christine
She was a diva
But that was many years ago
When they use to have a show
Now it's a dance place
But not for Christine
Still in the dress she use to wear
Faded diamonds in her hair
She sits there so refined
And drinks herself half blind
She lost her youth
And she lost her Erik
Now she's lost her mind

At the Opera
Opera oh Opera
Singing all night they're gonna!
Here at the Opera
Opera oh Opera
Music and passion
were always the fashion
At the Opera

She met her love