Disclaimers: I do not own Chicago in any way except for my DVD. Please don't sue me, because I have no money to loose anyway. Enjoy.
Losing the Spotlight
Every night,
The audience would applaud
Hot lights
Pouring down,
Flooding the stage
We put on a show,
My sister and I
And bathed
In
The
Spotlight
I danced a little dance
And it didn't help me much
That tramp's got it all
What was supposed to be mine
Now she's singing her song
To all those reporters
Feeding them all those lies
The spotlight
That's supposed to be
Mine
I'm waiting for the day
When they dim the lights
And she, too, will leave the stage
Back to obscurity
Back to nothing
Her fifteen minutes gone, used up
Only finding solace in cheap wine and smokes
The glimmer of fame slowly slipping away
Into the passing twilight
Dreaming of that spotlight
The spotlight
That's supposed to be
Hers