Lyrics:

And now, from the elegant Pump Room of the magnificent Palmer House, high over Chicago, asking that musical question
Don't call on me
When you're feelin' footloose and fancy-free
You've done that before
And like a fool, I came back for more
It's all over now
I've finally seen my way
I need you no more
Not now or any other day
Ah
Okay, little girl
Live for yourself in your own little world
I know that you'll find
Someone who'll play at love, he'll be just your kind
Be just your kind
Be just your kind
Be just your kind