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