Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There's nothing calculated
Who could ever be fond of the back of beyond
Stand back, Buenos Aires,
When you can become a saint?
We're all gonna see, and how
Only an actress would pretend
Just a little touch of star quality.
Looking out of the window
Has forced us to be blunt
Mother Eva
And whatever you say I'll not steal you away
The lady's got potential She was setting her sights
He organised a concert With incredible flair
The first lady of Argentina
But all the same I hate it
I'm gonna be a part of B.A., Buenos Aires, Big Apple.
Current political thought is
Never fool myself
To be loud, but to be laid.
Amen.
You said it, brother!
Well, why not do
Agustin Magaldi
I hope you come to terms with boredom
And I'll try to be
Deep in my heart I'm concealing
No, we wouldn't mind
Instead of help, we were given a crowd
Though it may get harder
Deep in my heart I'm concealing
I stand here as a servant of the people
The actress
Just a little touch...
High flying, adored,
She's the one who's kept you
I love you
To have no impossible dream?
It's the mother and father
Aim high! We're having a ball.
Or she could be his last whore.
And hope you love me
I know
In fact they rely on tricks they can try on their partner
Whom did you sleep... dine with yesterday?
I never dreamed that a kiss could be as sweet as this
But that's no consolation
Rolling in and out! Rolling in and out!
And as for fame
It's an easy mistake.
And that's the hardest kind of stone
The last time they loved
Be my angel, be my everything
For I love you
the hope and the reality of the Argentine people.
I anticipate it
The magical city
Please, mother Eva
And when you think about it...
Rolling, rolling, rolling Rolling, rolling, rolling
Hello, Buenos Aires.
For I am ordinary,
That my dreams will come true
Tricks they can try on their partner
Tell me before I seek worthier pastures
It doesn't matter
To cause great distress
That's all they wanted
This has really been your year, Miss Duarte!
Such a shame she wandered
I used to wander alone without a love of my own
A fantasy long since put down
So share my coffin.
Keep away from the wall!
It's quite a sunset
He supports you, for he loves you
Have I said too much?
OK, she couldn't act But she had the right friends,
And the money kept rolling in
She needs a man she can monopolise
Rolling, rolling, rolling Rolling, rolling, rolling
Who did not feel
If I hadn't thought
Give her an inch...
We don't like to rush but your case has been packed
No money, no cash
Don't cry for me, Argentina
But you are a woman
But you really should know I'd be good for you
You'll survive
The truth is