Dear Mr. President, come take a walk with me

Let's pretend, we're just two people and you're not better than me

I'd like to ask you some questions, if we can speak honestly

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?

Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?

What do you feel when you look in the mirror?

Are you proud?

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?

How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?

How do you walk with your head held high?

Can you even look me in the eye, and tell me why?

Dear Mr President

How can you say, "no child is left behind"

We're not dumb and we're not blind

They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?

And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?

I can only imagine what the first lady has to say...

You've come a long way
From whiskey and cocaine!

Let me tell you about hard work

Minimum wage with a baby on the way

Let me tell you about hard work

Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away

Let me tell you about hard work

Building a bed out of a cardboard box

Let me tell you about hard work!

You don't know nothing about hard work!

How do you sleep at night?

How do you walk with your head held high?

Dear Mr. President, you'd never take a walk with me

Would you?

Grym! Idol-Mariette framförde den dock mycket bättre än Pink.