Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The actress now?
Who hasn't an eye on In fact they rely on
And a year
Hidden from view
Call in three months time
So soon
And stay there
Fail to win them applause,
Do you like what you hear What you see
From the gutter theatrical?
Tricks they can try on their partner
So share my glory,
We didn't approve, But we couldn't prevent
There again I've more to do
Never has been and never will be a lover, male or female
We're having a ball.
She looked tired
In the tidiest officer's mess
And silence
in his noble crusade to rescue his people.
Now, I don't like to spoil a wonderful story
She can do what she likes It doesn't matter much
What those morons say
One shifts
In our fighting corps
Because you oughta know What you're gonna get in me
That you'd become the lady of them all?
I like your conversation
Don't cry for me, E-kat-uh-reenah!
A lack of enthusiasm for... - Exactly!
Even if I lived for 100 years
...star quality!
True power is yours Not the government's
We're glad you noticed!
She should get into her head
My, how the world begins to turn
You'll think it strange
Of such attention
I never left you
He's exceptionally dim.
Oh, but it's sad
As this tango singer found out
Dull, grey lives
It's seven o'clock. You'll be late.
If I seem naive
Where do we go from here?
But when you act
When they fire those cannons,
Tell me before I ride off in the sunset
She had her moments
Thus all fairy stories end
I know you'll look back on the good times we shared
I never invited them in
But your eyes, your smile
Which are the roles that you yearn to play?
We'll think of you every time she's on the air
Dangerous Jade!
Don’t cry for me bitcointina!
So far.
To Eva Duarte
All the young who've made it
People of Argentina
So get back onto the street
She had her moments, she had some style
The likes of you get swept up
How they shone
Could not deliver
Instead of ideas, a prima donna's rage
You must love me...
Shining like a sun Through the post-war haze
It's attractive.
Exactly like you.
I need to be dazzling
I'd say low
And as for fortune
Our passion was just too intense to survive