The Life of a Wannabe Mogul
In the city of Chicago
There are born Queens with beautiful faces
Commanding constable with gloves in hands
But on the other side of the Empire
Is my city, where birds sing louder than car horn
And echo's of various native languages
Pierce the street like tribal war
A local girl of humble birth
But I want more than our local gin
I want liquor of the Queens
The red wines in green bottles
I want more than I could have
I want to live like the Queens
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