You Were Born Bad Charlotte! You Were Born Bad! And You Will Die Bad! Poem by Charlotte Ambrosia

the sun sets in the east
with it goes the warm embrace of love
the night brings no stars
most chicago nights seldom do

give me your word
before this windy city takes it
i long for my summer nights
a lovers embrace

but spring in this city holds no friend at all
the snow still comes
even with the sun staying up long

where is your summer
bring me your heat
i give you my heart

you hand me a receipt