Her skin is copper and her voice is spanish red   Her vibe is golden ¡®till her anger kills it dead   She wants the world to see   A body rich in harmony   A mouth cruel as death      She rides a fantasy she hasn't tested yet   She looks in every mirror to check her silhouette   The turning heads   The honking horns   Gave proof to her   Since she was born   That love is her game      She loves me, miss argentina   Though she hides behind her smile   She runs free, miss argentina   Dripping blood   With lots of style      She loves to stay in bed and watch the movies play   She wants a husband who will worship and obey   The moods that she enjoys like children's' games and football toys   She laughs without shame      She likes the military and the rolling stones   Her little brother has a t-shirt from ramones   She's shy and sensitive and doesn't know the tougher games   But boy can she love      She's easy, miss argentina   A masterpiece without a frame   She runs free, miss argentina   But venus is a dangerous game      She saves my spirit with a humanistic light   She's greedy, lazy and impossible to like   She dresses sexually   And she's afraid of many things   Like being alone      She's back with mother now   She's over twenty-five   I tried to keep her, but she buried me alive   In love and birth and jealousy   And every emotion totally freed   Screaming at once      But she loves me, miss argentina   While she hides behind her smile   She runs free, miss argentina   Dripping blood with lots of style   She's lovely, miss argentina   A masterpiece without a frame   She's easy, miss argentina   But venus is a dangerous game