(Sung by a phangirl who wants to take Christine's place, to the tune of When I Grow Up I Want A Pony)
When I grow up I want an Opera
With notes so that I can sing
With a steamy duet
That makes me sweat
We can even drop the Chandelier
If you wrote an Opera,
I wonder
Could I be Christine?
When I grow up I want a Mirror
That disappears so we can speak
With a passage behind
In which you'll hide
So when I'm changing you can peek
If we had a mirror,
I wonder
Could I be Christine?
When I grow up I want a Phantom
With a mask all over his face
With an underground lair
And black cloak so fair
He'll be dark but his song makes my heart race
If you were a Phantom,
I wonder,
Could I be Christine?
When I grow up I'll be a diva
With a crowd that wants more than I'll give
Then I'll sneak downstairs
Into your lair
Cos that's where I plan to live
If I was a diva,
I wonder,
Could you be my O.G.?
