Chicago Lyrics by Lucy Wainwright Roche
Isn’t it funny, even with toys
And all of the money?
Music Lyrics Source
Isn’t it funny, even with toys
And all of the money?
Why not put all the doubts behind us?
Now we’ve got Brooklyn at its finest
Who are you anyway
Or haven’t you looked
Open season on a broken heart
This is the year they take the summer apart
Honestly you were less than a prince
I could say that again