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Milania, Milania
Milania, Milania Milania, Milania, our journey’s nearly done, We fudged the facts, paid little tax, the prize is almost won, The polls I hear are tied —‘tho clear that most folk are disgusted. With hollow eyes they realise I’m crude and can’t be trusted In deed, O heart! heart! heart! those lipstick marks are red— They stain my shirt!—Milania’s words Are fallen cold and dead Milania, Milania get up and hear the bells ‘Tis but for you my fling is flung— not Stormy Daniels, Your haute couture—a sinecure —we’ve been through this before, A little hicky on my ass and you’d walk out the door? Milania, Milania, She was just a little hussy ‘Tis just your dream that on the deck I grabbed her by the pussy Milania does not answer tho’ I grovel at her foot My lady neither holds my hand so I just pats her butt At my inauguration there is just myself to thank, ‘Tho I would mention too my crew had most not walked the plank. Shout O shores,and ring O bells! Hark, —potentially a gremlin— someone, I ween, that I must thank exulting in the Kremlin.
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