Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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