Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Precisely! ...our heroine's style.
But on the other hand
And they do.
At 26
Eyes, hair, face, image
To be called.
And she's an actress, the last straw
The truth is
Allow me to help you slink off to the sidelines
We have completely lost our grip
Graceless and vulgar, uninspired
Don't close doors Keep an escape clause
I'd get out while you can
The money kept rolling out In all directions
Tell me before you get onto your bus
But she won't always answer the phone
Fight elections for their cause.
On that magical day
You've shown by your presence
They actually called me a whore!
Don't look down
Was forever
Down here on the ground
But to give all my descamisados
But who is this Santa Evita?
High flying, adored,
Encouragement
That's what they call me
A serious flaw
They need to adore me
Please sign the book on the way out the door
and I promise you this,
I should decline
Whip up your hate In some tottering state
System of government quite incidental
Man to be of use
Would you like to try a college education?
The voice of the people
Argentine men call the sexual shots
I've decided
Wouldn't you?
The need to be elected
She has other interests
More bad news from Rome
Which has to imply, I'd be good for you
The easy fight
One always picks
at 8:25
They were slightly to the right of Attila the Hun
She only got a rosary
And
If not
The best show in town was the crowd
I'm Argentina
And all the sorrow I'd feared wasn't there any more
It could be your last
And I like what I hear, what I see
I need to be thrilling
Your deeds and applause
Italy's unconvinced
I won't recall the names and places
She's sad for her country
- So what happens now? - Take your picture off another wall.
Think of all the people Guaranteed a good time now
Don't blame them You're the same
Is true
But we have pretended enough
How she shone
She's in every magazine Been photographed, seen
Figure! Dress! Voice! Style! Image!
Let the world know
He supports you, for he loves you
The choice was yours
Don't cry for me, Argentina...
If I'm wrong I hope you'll tell me so
La Santa Peronista!
Screw the middle classes!
But when you act
Sooner or later.
Bad moments come
What the people can do
Just one shell,
So share my glory,
At the watering-holes
Don't cry for me, E Kat UH Reena!