Andrew Lloyd Webber - Montage lyrics
[Andrew Lloyd Webber - Montage lyrics]
Respice, quaesumus, Domine
Famulam tuam Evita in infirmitate
Et animam refove, quam creasti
Ut castigationibus emendata
Se tua sentiat medicina salvatum
Per Christum, Dominum qui vivit et regnat
Per omnia saecula saeculorum amen
She had her moments, she had some style
The best show in town was the crowd
Outside the Casa Rosada crying, "Eva Perón"
But that's all gone now
Hey Eva, beware your ambition
It's hungry and cold can't be controlled
Will run wild
This in a man is a danger enough
But you are a woman
A new Argentina! The voice of the people
Cannot be and will not be
And must not be denied!
Statesmanship is more than
Entertaining peasants
Accountants only slow things down
Figures get in the way
Never been a lady loved as much as Eva Perón!
High flying, adored
So young, the instant queen
A rich beautiful thing of all the talents
A cross between
A fantasy of the bedroom and a saint
And you were just a backstreet girl
Hustling and fighting scratching and biting
High flying, adored
Did you believe in your wildest moments
All this would be yours?
That you'd become the lady of them all?
Were there stars in your eyes
Famulam tuam Evita in infirmitate
Et animam refove, quam creasti
Ut castigationibus emendata
Se tua sentiat medicina salvatum
Per Christum, Dominum qui vivit et regnat
Per omnia saecula saeculorum amen
She had her moments, she had some style
The best show in town was the crowd
Outside the Casa Rosada crying, "Eva Perón"
But that's all gone now
Hey Eva, beware your ambition
It's hungry and cold can't be controlled
Will run wild
This in a man is a danger enough
But you are a woman
A new Argentina! The voice of the people
Cannot be and will not be
And must not be denied!
Statesmanship is more than
Entertaining peasants
Accountants only slow things down
Figures get in the way
Never been a lady loved as much as Eva Perón!
High flying, adored
So young, the instant queen
A rich beautiful thing of all the talents
A cross between
A fantasy of the bedroom and a saint
And you were just a backstreet girl
Hustling and fighting scratching and biting
High flying, adored
Did you believe in your wildest moments
All this would be yours?
That you'd become the lady of them all?
Were there stars in your eyes