Miss Argentina

<br>Her skin is copper and her voice is spanish red<br><br>Her vibe is golden till her anger kills it dead<br><br>She wants the world to see<br><br>A body rich in harmony<br><br>A mouth cruel as death<br><br><br><br>She rides a fantasy she hasnt tested yet<br><br>She looks in every mirror to check her silhouette<br><br>The turning heads<br><br>The honking horns<br><br>Gave proof to her<br><br>Since she was born<br><br>That love is her game<br><br><br><br>She loves me, miss argentina<br><br>Though she hides behind her smile<br><br>She runs free, miss argentina<br><br>Dripping blood<br><br>With lots of style<br><br><br><br>She loves to stay in bed and watch the movies play<br><br>She wants a husband who will worship and obey<br><br>The moods that she enjoys like childrens games and football toys<br><br>She laughs without shame<br><br><br><br>She likes the military and the rolling stones<br><br>Her little brother has a t-shirt from ramones<br><br>Shes shy and sensitive and doesnt know the tougher games<br><br>But boy can she love<br><br><br><br>Shes easy, miss argentina<br><br>A masterpiece without a frame<br><br>She runs free, miss argentina<br><br>But venus is a dangerous game<br><br><br><br>She saves my spirit with a humanistic light<br><br>Shes greedy, lazy and impossible to like<br><br>She dresses sexually<br><br>And shes afraid of many things<br><br>Like being alone<br><br><br><br>Shes back with mother now<br><br>Shes over twenty-five<br><br>I tried to keep her, but she buried me alive<br><br>In love and birth and jealousy<br><br>And every emotion totally freed<br><br>Screaming at once<br><br><br><br>But she loves me, miss argentina<br><br>While she hides behind her smile<br><br>She runs free, miss argentina<br><br>Dripping blood with lots of style<br><br>Shes lovely, miss argentina<br><br>A masterpiece without a frame<br><br>Shes easy, miss argentina<br><br>But venus is a dangerous game