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From Rossini: The Barber Of Seville

A voice has just
Echoed here into my heart
My heart is already wounded
And it was Lindoro who shot
Yes, Lindoro will be mine
I've swore it, I'll win

The tutor will refuse
I'll sharpen my mind
Finally he'll accept
And happy I'll rest

Yes, Lindoro will be mine
I've swore it, I'll win
I let be ruled, I let be guided
I'm obedient, sweet, loving
I let be ruled, I let be guided
But if they touch where my weak spot is
I'll be a viper and a hundred traps
Before giving up I'll make them fall