Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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