La Vénus du mélo [English translation]

What game are you playing, handsome mysterious man,

With your autumn-coloured eyes,

Your cheeks that make me melt, your flat stomach?

What do you want, Buster Keaton?

In need of love and tenderness, of backlighting and caresses,

That little needy heart of yours

Begging in my hair?

What do you want?

Me to take you, to embrace you,

To play you on my piano?

Me to turn you on, to put you out, lay you down on your back?

Yes, but tonight you're out of luck, I'm the Melodrama Venus

With your looks and your ways,

When you make them up without looking like it

Your bawling hands and your black eye

Surveying my bathrobe

Nightmare, fright and great sadness, you dreamt you were a dwarf, that your hopes were on fire, that love was just a game

What do you want?

Me to take you, to embrace you,

To play you on my piano?

Me to turn you on, to put you out, lay you down on your back?

Yes, but tonight you're out of luck, I'm the Melodrama Venus

With your tall bawling body, tender animal, pretty lazy man

That little smile of yours finding the fault,

Be the first of us two to give in

Come, if you want...

Me to take you, to embrace you,

To play you on my piano

Me to turn you on, to put you out, lay you down on your back

Me to take you, to embrace you,

To play you on my piano

Me to turn you on, to put you out