Little Red Rodham:
You keep saying
You got something for me
something’ you call dough
But confess.
You've been messin’
Where you shouldn't have been messin’
And now someone else
Is getting all your best.
These lips are made for talking
And that's just what they'll do
And one of these days these lips
Are gonna walk all over you.
It's the gender, stupid, voter:
You keep lying’
When you oughta be truthing
You keep losing
When you oughta not sweat.
You keep ‘same-in’
When you oughta be changing
Now, what's right is right
But you ain't been right yet.
Little Red Rodham:
I say again, My lips are made for talking
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these lips
Are gonna walk all over you.
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