Is it cold in here
Or is it just your look
Like a winters day
So misunderstood
It's not a love's surreal
Or a tender hose
It's just another day of shows
With my Chicago rose
As the curtains rise
As the lights go down
The pretty dancers dance
I hear their song
It's where I belong
It's the way the flowers grow
With my Chicago rose
And there is no sweeter shade
As we entissapate the flow
Where I've seen it all before
But I'm on my toes
With My Chicago rose
Is it cold in here
Or is it just your smile
I find it so strange
I am on the top of the pile
Isn't love surreal
Everybody knows
With my Chicago rose
And there's no deeper breath
Upon a travel ....
I've heard it all before now
As the ... blows
I am on my toes with my Chicago rose
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