Iggy Pop

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 hasnt 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 childrens 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
Shes shy and sensitive and doesnt know the tougher games