Oh, give me a street under sunny skies above
To do my journalistic beat with the candidate I love
I don't mind aching feet and suffocating heat
But don't rope me in!
Just let me be by the side of ole Billy Clinton's bride
If she give me a stare I'll be walking on air
Oh, the thrill of cov'ring Hill when her walk commences
To gaze at her face 'til I lose my senses
To bask in those smiles she so radiantly dispenses
But I don't like ropes and I don't like fences
So don't rope me in!
I want to be with Mizz Huma and her other fawning dopes
To throw roses at her feet....but I can't stand ropes
So please, Mrs. Clinton, don't rope me in!
Please, please, please don't rope me in.....waaaaa.....you know I love you, anyway.....waaaaaa....maybe string would do instead?......
Leni
“So please, Mrs. Clinton, don’t rope me in!
Please, please, please don’t rope me in.....waaaaa.....you know I love you, anyway.....waaaaaa....maybe string would do instead?......”
BRAVO, well done.