The One They Call Mr. President
© 2008 Jayme Kelly Curtis
       
I am a woman skilled at worry
I am woman of constant fret
There is a man who cause me grieving
And his name is Mr. President

This man he runs with a bad crowd
They take their gain through force and threat
Yes it's a bad crowd
That runs with the one they call Mr. President

He takes me for a fool
His war is mean and cruel
He takes every cent I get
For the war chest of Mr. President

He tells me lies
He's livin' the high life
While I can barely make my rent
He don't provide
He's a bad man
The one they call Mr. President

He raise his hand
In rage and anger
His way is heartless and hell bent
You better run
From the one
They call Mr. President           

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