We have a dance!
In the brothels of Buenos Aries
Tells the story
Of a prostitute.
And a man... who falls in love...
With her.
First there is desire
Then... passion!
Then... suspicion!
Jealousy! Anger! Betrayal!
Where love is for the highest bidder,
There can be no trust!
Without trust,
There is no love!
Jealousy.
Yes, jealousy...
Will drive you... mad!
Roxanne
You don't have to put on that red light
Walk the streets for money
You don't care if it's wrong or if it is right
Roxanne
You don't have to wear that dress tonight
Roxanne
You don't have to sell your body to the night
His eyes upon your face
His hand upon your hand
His lips caress your skin
It's more than I can stand
(Roxanne)
Why does my heart cry?
(Roxanne)
Feelings I can't fight
You're free to leave me, but just don't decieve me
And please believe me when I say I love you
I love you so, what I have done
You left me, left me
In a tango
In the soul I was
I was the heart
I have no desire to live
Because I can not convince
Do not sell yourself Roxanne
(Roxanne)
Why does my heart cry?
(Roxanne)
Feelings I can't fight
(Roxanne)
You don't have to put on that red light
Roxanne
You don't have to put on that dress tonight
(Roxanne)
(Roxanne)
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