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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