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 ?
Dear Mr. President, were 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..
Let me tell you about hard work, minimum wage with a baby on the way, rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away, building a bed out of a cardboard box, let me tell you about hard work. You don't know nothing about hard work !
Dear Mr. President, you'd never take a walk with me, would you ?
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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 ?
Dear Mr. President, were 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..
Let me tell you about hard work, minimum wage with a baby on the way, rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away, building a bed out of a cardboard box, let me tell you about hard work. You don't know nothing about hard work !
Dear Mr. President, you'd never take a walk with me, would you ?
Pink - Dear Mr. President.
"Louise par exemple à un putain de caractère de merde. De plus elle est super têtue, il est presque impossible de lui faire changer d'avis, rancunière. Elle fait souvent des choses qu'elle regrette par la suite. Trop d'orgueil, trop d'orgueil.. Juge très facilement. Vite saoulée des gens. Deviens presque méchante quand on la fait chier. Saoûlante quand elle me renvoie la vérité en pleine face. Et puis elle ne se gêne pas pour me gronder quand je dérape et me remettre en place."
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