Album: Avenue B (1999)
Her skin is copper & her voice is Spanish red
Her vibe is golden ´until 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´sn´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 ArgentinaThough she hides behind her smile
She runs free,
Miss ArgentinaDripping blood
With lots of style
She loves to stay in bed & watch the movies play
She wants a husband who´ll worship & obey
The moods that she enjoys like children´s
Games & football toys
She laughs without shame
She likes the military & the Rolling Stones
Her little brother has a t-shirt from Ramones
She has shy & sensitive & doesn´t know the
Tougher games
But boy can she love
She has easy,
Miss ArgentinaA masterpiece without a frame
She runs free,
Miss ArgentinaBut Venus is a dangerous game
She saves my spirit with a humanistic light
She has greedy, lazy, & impossible to like
She dresses sexually
And she has afraid of many things
Like being alone
She has back with mother now
She has over twenty-five
I tried to keep her, but she buried me alive
In love & birth & jealousy
And every emotion totally freed
Screaming at once
But she loves me,
Miss ArgentinaWhile she hides behind her smile
She runs free,
Miss ArgentinaDripping blood with lots of style
She has lovely,
Miss ArgentinaA masterpiece without a frame
She has easy,
Miss ArgentinaBut Venus is a dangerous game
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