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Why can't I decide? Or, like Dick Cheney, hide? After all that Karen's told me About the other side, Oh, why can't I decide? Why can't I be brave? Why am I Cheney's slave? So we're in Iraq forever, And someone suspects we lied – Oh, why can't I decide? Why don't things look good? We've always knocked on wood, Then prayed this would soon blow over And not be intensified. So, why must I decide? I've a so-called "ranch" – well, it is out-of-town – Where I flee when I'm supposed to knuckle down, Yet with years to mull this over, I still get so teary-eyed – Oh, why can't I decide?
Music & Original Lyric by Cole Porter |