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Copyright 2004

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They're All Alone

When I saw you, you weren’t alone
You were not one, you were four, five, or six
I saw you and you stared
You were that wretched politician who never cared

Oh, female politician
Why don’t you go home?
I hear your children crying:
"Mommy, we’re all alone!"

If you were singing this song
You wouldn’t be singing solo
Because all of your many suitors
Would be bringing you Rolos

The people wouldn’t leave you alone
The general public was your home


When I look into your eyes
I see a soul trying to escape
Wanting just to cook and clean and wash and sew
And shape men

Summer 1989