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City girls seem to find out early
Ryan-Akin bills won't make them smile.
A rich old man name Romney makes them surly.
He'll mess them up and place them in some bile.

Late at night, the Tampa rink gets homely.
I guess every speech that's given has its lies.
And it break their hearts to think those guys are only
proving that their hearts of gold are cold as ice.

So they tell them they must go and blame Obama
'cause he's the man who struck our country down.
But they know that it's such a lie, that drama.
They known Mitt's a gasbag, and that Paul's a clown.

You can't hide those Ryan lies.
And his smile is a thin disguise.
After Nixon, and Reagan, those false guys
you'd think you wouldn't prop up Ryan lies.

On the other side, a President is waiting
with smiling face and dreams no one can steal.
He'll speak in Charlotte, all anticipating.
He reminds us of the way we used to feel.

He tells, get behind Barack together
and we'll all have this thing fixed in a while.
You swear this time, you'll kick 'em out forever.
But every time you do, they meanly smile.

You can't hide those Ryan lies.
And his smile is a thin disguise.
After Bush and Che... ney, those false guys
you'd think you wouldn't prop up Ryan lies.

He gets up and tells the world a whopper.
And says our problems, Obama's the guy.
The delegates, they stomp and cheer and slobber.
The media does its job, and Paul will cry.

Mitt wonders how it ever got this crazy.
He thinks he's rich, and that's why he should rule.
Did he get soft, or did he just get lazy?
On November seventh, he'll feel like a fool.

My oh my, you sure know how to arrange things.
You set it up so well, so carefully.
Ain't it funny how your new lies haven't changed things.
We still can't trust you in the G.O.P.

You can't hide those Ryan lies.
And his smile is a thin disguise.
After McCain, and Palin's cries
you'd think you wouldn't prop up Ryan lies.
You'd think you wouldn't prop up Ryan lies.
Willard, you can't hide your own big lies.

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