Showgirls

Watching all the showgirls dancing the night away
 Hoping that tomorrow might bring another day
 Strolling on the boardwalk, every Sunday afternoon
 Waiting for the limelight that
 never comes too soon, too soon, too soon
 Pretty little Ginger, kicking through the chorus line
 Serenading Sonia, slicing through the ice from time to time
 Nita does the Charleston, Ruby makes a splash with Tommy's tune
 Praying for an angel who never comes too soon, too soon, too soon
 Bring it back, bring it back, bring it right now
 Bring it back, bring it back, bring it right now
 Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back
 Right now, right now
 Windy city showgirls in a never ending cabaret
 Belly dancing wallflowers with just a hint of Fabergé
 Cinematic postures that melt through the camera lens
 Copper-coloured sirens that tempt us back again, again, again
 Bring it back, bring it back, bring it right now
 Bring it back, bring it back, bring it right now
 Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back