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The name on everybody's lips |
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Is gonna be... Roxie |
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The lady raking in the chips |
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Is gonna be... Roxie |
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I'm gonna be a celebrity |
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That means |
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Somebody everyone knows |
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They're gonna recognize my eyes |
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My hair my teeth my boobs my nose |
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From just some dumb mechanic's wife |
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I'm gonna be... Roxie |
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Who says that murder's not an art? |
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And who in case she doesn't hang |
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Can say she started with a bang? |
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Roxie Hart! |
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They're gonna wait outside in line |
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To get to see... |
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Roxie! |
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Think of those autographs |
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I'll sign, |
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'Good luck to ya,'... |
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Roxie |
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And I'll appear |
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In a lavaliere that goes |
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All the way down to my waist |
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Here a ring, |
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There a ring, |
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Everywhere a-ring-a-ling |
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But always in the best of taste! |
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Mmmm, I'm a star! |
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And the audience loves me! |
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And I love them |
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And they love me for loving them |
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And I love them for loving me |
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And we love each other |
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And that's because none of us |
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Got enough love in our childhoods |
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And that's showbiz... |
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Kid! |
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She's given up her humdrum life |
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I'm gonna be... sing it! |
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Roxie! |
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She made a scandal and a start |
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And Sophie Tucker will shit |
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I know |
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To see her name get billed below |
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Roxie Hart |
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Roxie... |
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Roxie... |
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Roxie... |
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Roxie... |
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Rox-ie... |
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Roxie... |
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Roxie... |