Un poco de locura siempre viene bien!

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 pasion. Then suspicion, jealousy, anger, betrayal! When love is for the highest bidder there can be no trust, and 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 and you don’t care if it’s wrong or of it’s right. Roxanne, you don’t have to put on that dress tonight, 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 tan I can stand. Why does my heart cry? Feelings I can’t fight. You’re free to leave me but just don’t deceive me and please believe me when I say “I love you”. Why does my heart cry? Feelings I can’t fight.