of mother while they hover. Sun rays blanket them while they dream. Line stretching out over the city. People below will carry parasols. Blue babies
Cocaine, cocaine Baby, Beverly Hills Hotel, 4 AM It's my birthday I wanna stay young, I wanna have fun I don't wanna be the only, one no way Movie stars
on The West-side nigga, we ballers for real (Ridin' ride on what we be?) For real, I got it bought you the blue steel Cowards hit the panic button Thinkin
Small town beauty baby Would-be movie queen In '47, it seemed like heaven Time to take it overseas She beat it to the island Of rum, romance and dreams
What is it to you? [Roxie Hart] Oh, no. Don't worry about me. I only hope the fall didn't hurt the baby. [Mama Morton] Baby? [Velma Kelly] Shit! [
Can I spin you around, like they did in the old movies? Hold the small of your back and grind you to Prince's "Do Me, Baby" We need a slow dance, some
the Variety Trio... 3, 4! And now, a discovery of mine, little Frankie Castalluccio FRANKIE: I CAN'T GIVE YOU ANYTHING BUT LOVE, BABY THAT'S THE ONLY THING I'VE PLENTY OF, BABY
shoulders Can I spend you around Like they did in the old movies Hold the small of your back And glide you to Princes Do Me Baby [Chorus:] Slow dance
