Ms. Arthur is a woman
That made talk, talk, talk, talk to her long,
Without newspapers, without anything, without calling

She had a crowd of lovers,
Everyone wanted to be loved by her,
Each of the courting, why?

Is that without being really beautiful,
She had an indescribable!
Ms. Arthur is a woman

That made talk, talk, talk, talk to her long,
Without newspapers, without anything, without calling
She had a crowd of lovers,

Ms. Arthur is a woman
Who was talking about her long.


Its size was very ordinary,
Her eyes small but sémillants,
Snub nose, his clear voice,

Its curved legs and wriggling
In short, looking at his face,
Nothing you put in commotion;

But behind her figure
Promised an indescribable!


Stuck by her lovers,
It was she who sent them
She loved the new ardor,

An old love he disliked
And each grief at heart,
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In his heart no longer use,
Said, alas! another woman
Will not have its indescribable!

You should have seen the dance;
His enthusiasm was unmatched
By his movements, his bearing,

She was the Queen of the Ball
The rider facing it
His foot touched the nose, my faith,

Everyone applauded his grace
And especially its indescribable!


So what this lady lived?
Showing a large retinue,
Common in vaudeville, drama,

Nothing at the forefront told
She saw for the ordinary
Come an end without fear,

For then the owner
Admired his indescribable!


Oh! woman who are looking to do
Conquests of morning and evening,
In vain you go to please you

Hours in your mirror,
Elegance, grace mischievous,
Look, sigh of genuine,

Velvets, perfumes and crinoline
Nothing beats an indescribable!