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"Dear Mister President" (karaoke)

"Dear Mister President" (sheet music)


Dear Mister President,

Come take a walk with me.

Let's pretend we're just two people, and

You're not better than me.

I'd like to ask you some questions

If we can speak honestly.

What do you feel when you see

All the homeless on the street?

Who do you pray for at night

Before you go to sleep?

What do you feel when you look

In the mirror? Are you proud?

 

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?

How do you dream when a mother

Has no chance to say goodbye?

How do you walk with your head held high?

Can you even look me in the eye

And tell me why?

 

Dear Mister President,

Were you a lonely boy?

(Were you a lonely boy?)

Are you a lonely boy?

(Are you a lonely boy?)

How can you say no child is left behind?

We're not dumb, and we're not blind.

(We're not blind.)

They're all sitting in your cells,

While you pave the road to hell.

What kind of father would take

His own daughter's rights away?

And what kind of father might hate

His own daughter if she were gay?

I can only imagine what

The First Lady has to say.

You've come a long way

From whisky and cocaine.

 

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?

How do you dream when a mother

Has no chance to say goodbye?

How do you walk with your head held high?

Can you even look me in the eye?

 

Let me tell you 'bout hard work:

Minimum wage with a baby on the way.

Let me tell you 'bout hard work:

Rebuilding your house after bombs took them away.

Let me tell you 'bout hard work:

Building a bed out of a cardboard box.

Let me tell you 'bout hard work, hard work, hard work.

You don't know nothing 'bout hard work, hard work, hard work.

Oh....

 

How do you sleep at night?

How do you walk with your head high?

Dear Mister President,

You'd never take a walk with me.

Would you?


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