Never fall in love with a woman who sells herself
It always ends bad!
We have a dance
In the brothels of Buenos Aires
It 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!
When love is for the highest bidder,
There is 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 street fot 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
It always ends bad!
We have a dance
In the brothels of Buenos Aires
It 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!
When love is for the highest bidder,
There is 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 street fot 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
