Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

to dazzle, or betray

For you to see me

Don't ask any more.

I want to be a part of B.A., Buenos Aires, Big Apple.

Changed, in short they go bad

So Lauren Bacall me! Anything goes

So what are my chances of honest advances?

Don't think I don't think like you I often get those nightmares too

She's been out doing

She'll simply take control

It's been an incredible success.

The money kept rolling out in all directions

Sing, you fools, but you got it wrong

Sometimes it's very difficult to keep Momentum, if it's you that you are following

Stand back, Buenos Aires

They stumble and fall.

So Christian Dior me

If I hadn't thought

How can you be so short-sighted

The inconvenience

I'd be surprisingly good for you.

A new Argentina

How could he love me?

Will you look upon me as your own?

Then a shy goodbye

But do you understand my point of view

Exactly like you.

To the poor, to the weak To the destitute of all complexions

Put me down for a lifetime of success

This is crazy defeatist talk

Of the upper class

Scared to confess what I'm feeling

Watch me coming

Rolling, rolling, rolling Rolling, rolling, rolling

But that's not the point, my friends

Someone has made us look fools

But that doesn't mean

At sixes and sevens with you

For distance lends enchantment

I want to be rainbow high

...with Colonel...

He began in the army out in Italy so

High flying, adored

Of the well-to-do

There's no risk There's no call for any action at all

And reckoned he'd do likewise

Here's all you have to do, my friends

Be my angel, be my everything

If they hate you

We are forced to mark his card.

I would never want to force your hand

I'd be surprisingly good for you

But first tell me who'd be delighted

When will the chorus girl ever learn?

But the star has gone, the glamour's worn thin

She has other interests

Five years from now I shall come back

I send you the Rainbow of Argentina!

Can make your dreams come true

I've suffered the way that you do

Monotony passed, suburbia departed

They always take some swallowing

She's not coming back to you!

She really brightened up your out of town engagement

I've just unemployed you

Affairs of state are her latest play

and must not be

Just what you expect me to do

That's not the reason That I caught your eye

Eight shows a week, two matinees

Have I said too Much Henry Huaman

when a love affair dies.

Will be justified by my foundation

Are looking to you?

She's all they have

I'm bored, so clean and so ignored

Hands! Magic! Rings! Glamour!

Were there stars in your eyes,

Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow?

Hands! Magic! Rings! Glamour!