It is a cruel reality that women across the World have to deal with prostitution and plastic surgery in their youth in order to rise out of poverty.

The decision to sell your body is one full of temptation and a commonality.

Her dreams were very simple yet they guided her to her death. She just wanted to leave the slums she lived in behind and become a Beauty Pageant Queen.

For this dream, she gave away her body, for this dream she gave away her dignity, for this dream she gave away her life.

After her first breast augmentation, she thought she had the World at the tip of her fingers.

Powerful men both in politics and in narcotics talked about her. They waited in line for their turn to have her at a very high price.

The truth is that she did not get there by herself but by means of her best friend, who sold her to the highest bidder. She became notoriously known as one of the most high requested prostitutes.

This World of materialism consumed her to the extend of depression. Once she lost her family, her friends, her breast, and the one men she swore to Love: she made the shocking decision to kill herself.

Roxanne
You don’t have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You don’t have to sell your body to the night

Roxanne
You don’t have to wear that dress tonight
Walk the streets for money
You don’t care if it’s wrong or if it’s right

Roxanne
You don’t have to put on the red light
Roxanne
You don’t have to put on the red light

Roxanne (put on the red light)

I loved you since I knew you
I wouldn’t talk down to you
I have to tell you just how I feel
I won’t share you with another boy

I know my mind is made up
So put away your make-up
Told you once, I won’t tell you again
It’s a bad way

Roxanne
You don’t have to put on the red light
Roxanne
You don’t have to put on the red light