Santa Evita

	Another suitcase in another hall
	Santa Evita
	Don`t cry for me, Argentina
	Eva, beware of the city
	Goodnight and thank you, Magaldi
	The lady's got potential
	High, Flying adored
	I`d be surprisingly good for you
	Oh what a circus
	On this night of a thousand stars
	She's a diamond
	You must love me
	Lament