Windy City Run
The night is young, our thoughts are gone and we start off with a long sweet song The Chicago air breathes fresh life into us, immortalizing our egos that of Grant and Kelly With every eager step, we walk the town with crumpled brown news letters that fly the skies like a dancing silhouette, the night can only get better With Frankie in my head, the best has yet to come and we're really feeling too damn good as we should The tall red goddess, we call Persephone, she handles me, no matter how far up As she towers over me, we glee with sweet symphony to Davis's Blue in Green Swaying to the beat so effortlessly with the sax to our back, we're feeling stacked She wants to paint the town green with what her momma dubs it, her effervescent zeal and tonight of all nights, this redheaded dame is for real We grace Addison and Clark with our presence as a few cocktails earlier hit the spot Before we go, we must stand before to pay the respects of the good ole cub that stands in gold, with love, Mr. Banks. Bar after bar for miles, its to the wonder, as many patrons drink and incept to self-plunder But we've had our fill We are immersed with a windy city chill, cool and crisp, she burrows deep within me Sounds of the nightlife fades behind us, into the horizon with a soft, faint hum She leans into my ear, "rattle and rum" The mood sets, the curtain is closing We digress into one another As always Chicago, its been fun
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