I’m in here Can anybody see me? Can anybody help?
And we’ll be jolly friends, Forevermore
Unaware of a stare from someone…
And pop’s stayed the same and your mom’s moved away. How many of our parents seem to make it anyway?
I call it being professional.
All the sounds you make, with every breath you take
It’s unlike anything when you’re loving me.
That’s the Chicago way…