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 was 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
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 was 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 Explain Request ×
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