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Thursday, 8 November 2007♥
♥ I am punk , playful , pretty & PINK



I LOVE THIS SONG.RECOMMENDED BY KRYS.I THINK IT'S SO MEANINGFUL.ACTUALLY THIS SONG IS WRITEN FOR MR BUSH,HOPE HE WILL REFLECT ON HIMSELF SOMEDAY AND STOP BUILDING THE ROAD TO HELL FOR HIS OWN PEOPLE.



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?
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 'bout 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
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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