Her skin is copper and her voice is Spanish red
Her vibe is golden till her anger kills it dead
She wants the world to see
A body rich in harmony
A mouth cruel as death
She rides a fantasy she hasnt tested yet
She looks in every mirror to check her silhouette
The turning heads
The honking horns
Gave proof to her
Since she was born
That love is her game
She loves me, Miss Argentina
Though she hides behind her smile
She runs free, Miss Argentina
Dripping blood
With lots of style
She loves to stay in bed and watch the movies play
She wants a husband who will worship and obey
The moods that she enjoys like childrens games and football toys
She laughs without shame
She likes the military and the Rolling Stones
Her little brother has a T-shirt from Ramones
Shes shy and sensitive and doesnt know the tougher games
But boy can she love
Shes easy, Miss Argentina
A masterpiece without a frame
She runs free, Miss Argentina
But Venus is a dangerous game
She saves my spirit with a humanistic light
Shes greedy, lazy and impossible to like
She dresses sexually
And shes afraid of many things
Like being alone
Shes back with mother now
Shes over twenty-five
I tried to keep her, but she buried me alive
In love and birth and jealousy
And every emotion totally freed
Screaming at once
But she loves me, Miss Argentina
While she hides behind her smile
She runs free, Miss Argentina
Dripping blood with lots of style
Shes lovely, Miss Argentina
A masterpiece without a frame
Shes easy, Miss Argentina
But Venus is a dangerous game
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