When Hillary Wore a Pantsuit
When Hillary Wore A Pantsuit
When Hillary was around my heart would pound
Wanted to hear voice having a soft sweet sound
And fell in love as soon as I saw fluttering eyes
Surely within them there would never be no lies.
Saw her fine lips and them so often had tasted
Now not a second in time wanted to be wasted
Always desired presence close and near to me
So what I then did was to marry her instantly.
Time flew by while I wondered where it went
Next thing I knew she had become President
And of all evil I finally found its terrible root
It was when Hillary was wearing a pantsuit.
Ho Ho Jim Horn
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