I still think she’s beautiful
At times she isn't the cleanest under certain circumstances
Some people find love here, I guess you can can call it romance
Some people come back to her
Some people don't get second chances
I still think she’s beautiful
Being judged by the media
Kids don't play in her park anymore
Roses don't grow in her yard anymore
I still think she’s beautiful
I see what they don't
I accept what they won’t
The bad, the good
The fancy, the hood
The rich, the poor
Gaining justice and more
I can hear as she desperately cries out for help
Even when she’s covered in yellow tape
I still think she’s beautiful
I still think she's tasty
People might say she's ugly, but in my mind
I think she's beautiful
She’cago, Illinois.