Condoleezza, Condoleezza, your folks named you,
But it seems you've made it anyway. Is it for merit that our rulers might have claimed you, Or because you threw in with the CIA?
Can you straighten out our blunder, Condoleezza?
Can you straighten out our blunder, Condoleezza?
Condoleezza, Condoleezza David Martin |
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