Roxanne
You don't have put on that red light
Walk the streets for money
You don't care if it's wrong of 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
Christian:
His eyes upon your face
His hand upon your hand
His lips caress your skin
It's more than I can stand
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Why does my heart fly Feelings I can't fight You're afraid to leave me But just don't decieve me And please, believe me when I say I love you |
Roxanne Roxanne |
Duke:
When this production succedes, you will no longer
be a can can dancer, but an actress. You will be a star. Accept
it, as a gift from this Maharja to his cortizan.
Satine:
And the ending?
Duke:
Let Zidler keep his fairy tale ending
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Why does my heart fly |
Roxanne, you don't have put on that red light |
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But just don't decieve me And please, believe me when I say I love you |
Satine:
Come what may
I will love you
Until my dying Day
No!
Duke:
No? Oh I see. If it isn't our young
penniless sitare player.
Satine:
My dear duke.
Duke:
Silence! You made me believe you loved me.
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Why does my heart fly Feelings I can't fight |
Roxanne. . . Roxanne Roxanne. . . Roxanne |
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Why does my heart fly |
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No! No! |
Roxanne! Roxanne! |
You're mine Mine |
