Armstrong - Chicago lyrics

I'm sorry I missed your party Retarded, yeah Retarded My words only seem half hearted Then there's this guy who writes you and tells you He's better than me and He's gonna have you Yeah He's gonna have you I'm sorry I'm in Chicago It's crushing me into a bundle Then I look at the stars in the sky Made out to you by some guy we both know And pretty soon you'll be high as a kite Looking finer than ever All alone I kiss my pillow goodnight And I wish you were there I'm sorry I'm so pathetic It's crushing me But your smile is like an anesthetic Then I look at the stars in the sky Then I look at the starry sky Yeah He's gonna have you Yeah He's gonna have you