Miss Argentina
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 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 hasn't 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 children's'
 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
 She's shy and sensitive and doesn't know
 the tougher games
 But boy can she love

 She's 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
 She's greedy, lazy and impossible to like
 She dresses sexually
 And she's afraid of many things
 Like being alone

 She's back with mother now
 She's 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
 She's lovely, Miss Argentina
 A masterpiece without a frame
 She's easy, Miss Argentina
 But Venus is a dangerous game