La Vénus du Mélo

What are you playing, beautiful dark one, with your eyes the color of autumn
Your cheeks melting, empty stomach
What do you want, Buster Keaton?
Need for love and tenderness, backlight and caress
Your needy little heart begging in my hair
What do you want?

For me to take you, to hold you, to play you on my piano
To light you up, to turn you off, to lay you on your back
But tonight, you're out of luck, I am the Venus of Melodrama

With your expressions and manners when you compose without looking
Your hands screaming and your dark eye that lands on my dressing gown
Nightmare, fright, and deep sorrow, you dreamed you were a dwarf
That your hopes were on fire and that love was just a game
What do you want?

For me to take you, to hold you, to play you on my piano
To light you up, to turn you off, to lay you on your back
But tonight, it's not worth it, I am the Venus of Melodrama

With your gaping big body, tender animal, beautiful lazy one
Your little smile that finds the flaw cracks first between us two
Come if you want

For me to take you, to hold you, to play you on my piano
To light you up, to turn you off, to lay you on your back
For me to take you, to hold you, to play you on my piano
To light you up, to turn you off
I am the Venus of Melodrama, I am the Venus of Melodrama