Wednesday, December 15, 2004

Condoleeza

Condoleezza
(with apologies to Nat King Cole)

"What me worry?"

Condoleezza, Condoleezza, Bush has named you
You're so like the lady with the missile fire
Is it only 'cause you're foolish they have blamed you?
For that Condoleezza strangeness in your smile?

Do you smile to tempt a president, Condoleezza?
Or is this your way to hide a broken heart?
Many lives have been brought to your doorstep
They just lie there and they die there
Are you warm, are you real, Condoleezza?
Or just a cold and lonely lovely work of neocon art?

Do you smile to tempt a public, Condoleezza?
Or is this your way to hide a broken plan?
Many lives have been brought to your doorstep
They just lie there and they die there
Are you warm, are you real, Condoleezza?
Or just a cold and lonely lovely work of farce?

Condoleezza, Condoleezza

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