If I Were a Pixie
I would vote for a shrew
I’d rub my feet in baby oil
and walk all over you
I’d Never Take the Money
and you’d always hear my voice
I’d tell myself in politics
There always is a choice
If I Were a Republican
I’d close down all the schools
Unless they taught the children
My own personal rules
If I Were an Anarchist
You’d not come to my party
I’d read you books by poets
And you’d see I’m quite a smarty
But I’m a Liberal Moderate
and I am quite confused
There’s bodies lying everywhere
All on the road I choosed
But I Can’t Get the Office
if they all think I’m a hippie
So I find ways to compromise
It’s really sort of trippy