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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 "