Dear mr. president
i live in the suburbs
it´s a long way from washington, d.c.
had me a job
working for wages
and they forgot about me
can´t draw unemployment
for some unknown reason
my kids are hungry
i´ve got four mouths to feed
i go out everyday lookin´ for siutable
employment
do you think, there´s something
you could do for me
cause i´m
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down and out, here in paradise
down and out, and i´m on my knees
i´m down and out, here in paradise
looks like the milk and honey
done run out on me
Dear mr. president
i used to be a dancer
got a little bit too old
so i became a secretary
married as man
in las vegas, nevada
and ten years later
he run out on the kids and me
some said, i was pretty
but those days are over
now, i´ve no place to live
and i´m out on the streets
oh, mr. president
can i tell you a secret
i never ever thought, that this could
happen to me
cause i´m
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down and out, here in paradise,
down and out, and i´m on my knees
i´m down and out, here in paradise
looks like the milk and honey
done run out on me
Dear mr. president
i´m just a young kid
i´m in the fourth grade
at riley elementary
my mom and dad´s been actin´ funny
i´m not sure
if it ain´t got someting to do with me
my daddy´s always drunk
my mom´s a babysitter
and i don´t like the russians
cause i hear, they hate me
dear mr. president
can i ask you one question?
when the bombs fall down
will they hurt everyone in my family
yeah, yeah
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down and out, here in paradise
down and out, and i´m on my knees
i´m down and out, here in paradise
looks like the milk and honey
done run out on me