lady but two! You've read about them in the papers And now here they are a double header! Chicago's own killer, drillers those two scintillating sinners Roxie Hart and
No matter where I run I meet myself there Looking inside me, what do I see? Anger and hope and doubt What am I all about? And where am I going? Tell me why do I
But honey, I can't live without it Oh how I'd cry, oh how I'd cry If you got tired and said, "Goodbye" More than I'd show More than you'd ever know
I've been courted and escorted by so many men As for fear of cold rejection, I've had none. There were avant-garde composers, Even 'dese and 'dem and '
