“And as for fortune and as for fame
I never invited them in
Though it seemed to the world they were all I desired
They are illusions
They’re not the solutions they promised to be
The answer was here all the time
I love you and hope you love me
Don’t cry for me Argentina”
“I came from the people, they need to adore me
So Christian Dior me from my head to my toes
I need to be dazzling, I want to be rainbow high
They must have excitement, and so must I
Eyes, hair, mouth, figure
Dress, voice, style, image
I’m their product, it’s vital you sell me
So machiavell me, make an Argentine rose
I need to be thrilling, I want to be rainbow high
They need their escape, and so do I
Eyes, hair, mouth, figure
Dress, voice, style, movement
Hands, magic, rings, glamour
Face, diamonds, excitement, image
All my descamisados expect me to outshine the enemy
I won’t disappoint them
I’m their savior, that’s what they call me
So Lauren Bacall me, anything goes
To make me fantastic, I have to be rainbow high
In magical colors
You’re not decorating a girl for a night on the town
And I’m not a second-rate queen getting kicks with a crown”