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Chicago Rose - Marti Pellow (马提·派罗)

Is it cold in here or is it just your look

Like a winters day so misunderstood

It's not a love sublime or a tender hold

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 songs it's where I belong

It's the way the flowers grow

With my chicago rose

And there's no sweeter shame

As we anticipate the flow

Where I've seen it fall 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'm on the top of the pile

Isn't love surreal everybody knows

With my chicago rose

And there's no deeper breath

Upon a treble clef of love

I've heard it all before now

As the mirror balls glows I'm on my toes

With my chicago rose

With my chicago rose