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This Boob Was Made For Talking

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You keep saying you'll do something for me.
Something you call Hope and Change.
You've been a missin' when you shoulda have been a leadin'
And what you call leadin' sure does look strange

This boob was made for talking, and that's just all he'll do
One day you'll see this boob is all talk and he's no do.

You keep lying, Then accuse us of birthers'
And you keep leavin' Flying in your big o' jet.
You keep sayin' what you call Hope and changin'.
Now what's right is right, but you ain't been right yet.

This boob is made for talking, and that's just all he'll do
One day you'll see this boob is all talk and he's no do.

You keep golfin' when you oughta be a workin'
And you keep thinkin' that you´ll never get burnt.
Ha!
You keep reading that stupid teleprompter
And all they said you were turns out you aren't.

This boob is made for talking, and that's just all he'll do
One day you'll see this boob is all talk and he's no do

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I sure could have used the comradely good fellowship of Ms. Sinatra during the severely cold nights in the gulag understandably demanding climate change at the re-education facility.


 
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