Bis

Chicago
in a nightclub in town, I would love to sit down, all the seats are taken, all the hearts are breaking, “have you been here before?”, got a boyfriend for sure, to chicago I'll go, friendly people I'm told. have a drink I'm paying, forget what I'm saying, is the music too loud, or am I down and out, “have you been to the states, was it well worth the wait?”, get a visa for work, send the cheques back. when will we go to chicago? no, I'm not on my own, I am waiting, I am waiting, no, I'm not on my own, I am waiting, I am waiting for someone. where'd you get that money, not so sure it's funny pockets feel so empty, give the cheques back. when will we go to chicago? From Letras Mania