Pink Dear Mr. President (Offer Nissim Bootleg Club Mix) Lyrics
            Nanana, nananiraaa nanana...
        
            Dear Mr. President,
            Come take a walk with me.
        
            Let's pretend we're just two people and
            You're not better than me.
            I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.
        
            What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
            Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
            What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
            Are you proud?
        
            How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
            How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
            How do you walk with your head held high?
            Can you even look me in the eye
            And tell me why?
        
            Nanana, nananiraaa nanana...
        
            Dear Mr. President,
            Were you a lonely boy?
            Are you a lonely boy?
            Are you a lonely boy?
            How can you say
            No child is left behind?
            We're not dumb and we're not blind.
            They're all sitting in your cells
            While you pave the road to hell.
        
            What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
            And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
            I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
            You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.
        
            How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
            How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
            How do you walk with your head held high?
            Can you even look me in the eye?
        
            Let me tell you 'bout hard work
            Minimum wage with a baby on the way
            Let me tell you 'bout hard work
            Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
            Let me tell you 'bout hard work
            Building a bed out of a cardboard box
            Let me tell you 'bout hard work
            Hard work
            Hard work
            You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
            Hard work
            Hard work
            Oh
        
            How do you sleep at night?
            How do you walk with your head held high?
            Dear Mr. President,
            You'd never take a walk with me.
            Would you?
        
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