She wears her pearls around her neck,
The diamonds on her fingers,
Ms. Madam.
Everyday a routine,
Never changing,
Putting on her evening gown
Making up her face.
The image in the mirror is not what it once was
Elle est mme. immobile Madame.
Her fingers twisted with arthritis,
The lines across her face.
The beauty fading through the mirror,
Not fading in Ms. Madam's eyes
Pour l'amour de Ms. Madam
la volonté ne se fanent jamais
She lives her life in a dream
Wearing her pearls and her diamonds
Dressing in her gown,
Waiting for her prince
Making up her face,
Sitting on her couch
sipping son champagne
Semblables de Madame de mme. vivront dessus
Ms. Madam
Rêve rêveur de l'OH
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