Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

One smothers light
Hidden from view At my grandparents funeral
Eyes! Hair! Mouth! Figure!
The answer was here all the time
There is no one, no one at all
Rolling, rolling, rolling Rolling, rolling, rolling
Don't keep your distance
Eva Duarte?
- Where am I going to? - You'll get by, you always have before.
She's not coming back to you
But not here, dear. Is that clear, dear?
The lights were gone
All my words desert me
She's slowing down
I'm still called an admiral
I want to be a part of B.A., Buenos Aires, Big Apple.
completed your task
Tell me before you get onto your high horse
That would rise for the girl
Tarts have become the set to know.
Could 50
It is my sad duty to inform you
Don't cry for me, Argentina
Beautiful town
The voice of Argentina!
Of each sad occasion
Because you oughta know What you're gonna get in me
Plays for evermore.
Face! Diamonds! Excitement! Image!
You can tell you've done well By the happy, grateful looks
How the dirty city feels and looks
Figures get in the way
But once they allow a bit on the side
So I chose freedom
It's hungry and cold
Make me special
I'm praying for you
Where am I going to?
But if you're prettier than General Franco
I'm still standing
Don't keep your distance
Well, maybe not that fine
Don't hold back You are certain to impress
Fill me up with your heat With your noise, with your dirt, overdo me
With the splendour
Backs to the wall! Aim high!
How unfortunate this person
She nearly captured the French
I am only a simple woman
Things that I'm longing to say
The town of San Juan.
The voice of the people
From every side
The shooting sticks
Good night and thank you, Emilio
She's lost a little of that magic drive
Don’t cry For BTC Argentina...
You'd like to hear
A beautiful reminder of the carefree days
She won't be kept happy by her nights on the tiles
I'm their saviour
When someone pretty lower class
Where you are.
Could there be
High flying, adored,
The decline of Argentina
I could burn
Understands you, is one of you
How will we ever get by without her?
Take me in at your flood, give me speed Give me lights, set me humming
Having to get a majority.
Before turning my back on the past
We shall see, little man!
On making it in movies with her name in lights
When the money keeps rolling out, You don't keep books.
No one else can fill it like I can
She sure had the chance
Your queen is dead, your king is through
Which has to imply I'd be good for you
So do up your trousers and go