Lyrics:

Madame Giry
Wait!
Please, Monsieur
I know no more than anyone else
That's not true
Monsieur, don't ask
There have been too many accidents
Accidents?
Please, Madame Giry
For all our sakes
Very well
It was years ago
There was a traveling fair in the city, gypsies
I was very young, studying to be a ballerina
One of many living in the dormitories of the opera house

See the wonder from the East!

Come, come, come inside
Come and see the Devil's Child

Murder! Murder!
Which way?
That way!

I hid him from the world and its cruelties
He has known nothing else of life since then
Except this opera house
It was his playground and, now, his artistic domain
He's a genius
He's an architect and designer
He's a composer and a magician
A genius, Monsieur!
Clearly, Madame Giry
Genius had turned to madness