My lost weekend lover, New York lover:
Come out to Chicago.
John Lennon will have nothing on us.
Come a loose something with me.
If I could, I would
Lost weekend lover.
We'll wander these desolate streets as long as you want.
Gazing at the lonely loveliness,
Seeing ourselves in the shadowous street lamps, the mirrirous rain puddles.
We'll feel the soft cool air on our skin.
Kiss by the moonlight,
Over the star studded river, the gems running through it.
Oh, my bridge over the opulent river.
That's where I will take you lover.
No one will know who we are,
No one will care we're together.
No one will care what we're doing.
I want a lost weekend.
Come to Chicago, lover.
Lost weekend lover.
New York lover.