Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Allow me to help you slink off to the sidelines
Argentine men call the sexual shots
To be called.
They actually called me a whore!
And I like what I hear, what I see
and I promise you this,
The need to be elected
More bad news from Rome
The easy fight
Encouragement
And
Italy's unconvinced
Don't close doors Keep an escape clause
And she's an actress, the last straw
Don't cry for me, E Kat UH Reena!
They need to adore me
And they do.
She's in every magazine Been photographed, seen
I should decline
I'm Argentina
Man to be of use
If not
The choice was yours
Just one shell,
Figure! Dress! Voice! Style! Image!
One always picks
Tell me before you get onto your bus
He supports you, for he loves you
Whip up your hate In some tottering state
Don't blame them You're the same
High flying, adored,
We have completely lost our grip
La Santa Peronista!
Bad moments come
I've decided
She only got a rosary
She has other interests
Down here on the ground
But when you act
You've shown by your presence
Don't cry for me, Argentina...
The truth is
Graceless and vulgar, uninspired
What the people can do
The money kept rolling out In all directions
That's what they call me
But we have pretended enough
Fight elections for their cause.
But who is this Santa Evita?
At the watering-holes
They were slightly to the right of Attila the Hun
- So what happens now? - Take your picture off another wall.
Sooner or later.
Think of all the people Guaranteed a good time now
The best show in town was the crowd
Is true
- Precisely! ...our heroine's style.
At 26
at 8:25
But to give all my descamisados
Which has to imply, I'd be good for you
So share my glory,
Please sign the book on the way out the door
I'd get out while you can
The voice of the people
Your deeds and applause
Was forever
Eyes, hair, face, image
On that magical day
I won't recall the names and places
But she won't always answer the phone
Would you like to try a college education?
She's sad for her country
Wouldn't you?
Don't look down
A serious flaw
And all the sorrow I'd feared wasn't there any more
It could be your last
How she shone
System of government quite incidental
Screw the middle classes!
But on the other hand
If I'm wrong I hope you'll tell me so
Let the world know
I need to be thrilling