Pasta diva, pasta diva
you have the beautiful heat of the sun
of the sea, the salt
the lust of tomato
the red fire of Vesuvius,
the green fire of basil,
you know, you know, you know, you know, you,
Pasta diva
you know that Paris will try 
the beautiful Naples over here...
You were a diva, you were a diva
You were the divine among the stars,
The stage wobbles
Under the weight of your talent and
The silence of your charm,
You know it, you know, you know, you know, you know,
you know, you know,... you
were a diva,
diva returns again for us
the beautiful diva who you are...

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