Care To Dance Mr Snowden
care to dance mr snowden
i see your lookin so low
enemies at the gate
lookin to deliver death blow
id love to mr putin
your ever so kind
come tango with me
and ill blow your mind
take my hand then mr snowden
we shall dance into the dark
come come now we must hurry
before those snipers find ther mark
oh vladimir your my saviour
you saved me from all those rough hands
its obama you see
i dont think he understands
oh edward dont you worry
ill mind your white white face
we shall trip the light fantastic
then retire back to my place
Copyright © Steven Mitchell | Year Posted 2013
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