Chicago Doesn't Believe in Tears

Chicago doesn't believe in tears, it believes in money, lights, and endless numbers of beautiful girls. Strangely enough, at the last moment of my life, I was holding a sack of banknotes tightly. You readers may think that the person I should hug is my lover, friend, or someone else. If I could, of course I would be happy to hold this large group of people and dance ballet on the dining table like a ham, but they have all gone before me.