La Maniqui

The color of her lips was so red,
That it was hard to escape her charm,
Her perfect form was evident,
Under the runway lights.

Only a blush was heard as she passed by,
The mystery playing to the applause,
The heart beating slowly,
Always wearing the dress with grace.

And... Like a mannequin,
With lost eyes
With traces of weariness,
Pretending to feel,
Deceiving herself when she laughs...

And... The elegance in her appearance,
Modeling the false and stupid farce,
That the ladies of society buy.

And... Fashionable hearts,
Pursuing the charm-drenched trend,
Displaying another stroke with a French name.

And... So much excess luxury,
And the perfume of ego putting
A price on the value of her body,
As a novelty... As a novelty...

The color of her lips was so red,
That it was hard to escape her charm,
Her perfect form was evident,
Under the runway lights.

With the virtue her parents gave her,
Her tears were valued in the market,
She only lacks one detail in the account,
For one day her head to finally work...

And... The elegance in her appearance,
Modeling the false and stupid farce,
That the ladies of society buy.

And... Fashionable hearts,
Pursuing the charm-drenched trend,
Displaying another stroke with a French name.

And... So much excess luxury,
And the perfume of ego putting
A price on the value of her body,
As a novelty... As a novelty...