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Hey! Mister President, another job for me? Even after seeing what a crummy job I do? Hey! Mister President, can you be asking me To still jingle jangle mornings and come jogging with you. If I make a slip up on your Pollyanna trip, Where will you have me shipped? Will they like my pouty lips? Appreciate my phony tips? Hoping that my high heels won't be bothering - Happily I'll be your slave, and march in your parade, Even as your prospects fade and break your spell, I'll go down as well. Hey! Mister President, plan a surprise for me. I'm naïve and so far love most ev'rything you do. Hey! Mister President, can anyone forsee A government without meek me somehow kowtowing you.
Music & Original Lyric by Melanie Safka |