Christine:
In
sleep he played with me
In
dreams he came
That
voice which calls to me
And
hates my name
And
do I dream again?
For
now I dance
The
stripper of the opera is there,
Inside
my pants
Phantom:
Play
once again with me
Our
little game
My
power over you
Grows
stronger yet –kicks her ass at monopoly-
And
though you scream at me
to
end this game
The stripper of the opera is there
Inside
your pants
Christine:
Those
who have seen your game
Draw
back in fear
Why
did you make this shit?
Phantom:
Because
I'm a queer.
Both:
My/Your
game and my/your pants
In
one combined
The
stripper of the opera is there
inside
my/your pants
Chorus:
He's
there, the stripper of the opera
Beware
the stripper of the opera
Christine:
He's
cheating, stripper of the opera!
Gooooooodd
Daaaaaamn Yooooooooooooouuuuuuuu
Phantom:
Sing
my stripper of music
Sing
my stripper
Sing
for me
Christine:
Goooooood
Daaaaaamn Yooooooooooooouuuuuuuu
Phantom:
Sing
my stripper
Sing
for
me
Christine:
SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTT
–loses game-
Phantom:
I
have pwned you, in the fun of this sweet little game to this kingdom
–motions to cave- where all must play homage to games, games
You
have come here, for one purpose, and one alone, since the moment I
first heard you sing, I have said screw this bitch and play with me
this game, for my leisure, my leisure