I kept hearing Betty Davis Eyes in my head and came up with this...
Donald Trump Lies: sung to tune of Betty Davis Eyes
His hair is Trumpy gold
His lips spew surprises
His hands grab pu**y 'cause he can
He's got Donald Trump Lies
He'll turn his rage on you
You won't think he's nice
He's cold as New York Snow
He's got Donald Trump Lies
He'll tease you-He'll SQUEEZE you
all the better just to unease you
He's loquacious and he knows just what
to make a wh**e blush
He's got Donald Trump Lies
He'll try to take you home
It whets his appetite
He'll try to lay you tonight
He'll tumble on you
Roll you until you turn blue
He's got Donald Trump Lies...
Mr. Trump. as sad as this is, it is free speech and humor. Enjoy
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She'd be 109 tomorrow on April 5 --born in 1908-- same year as my mother and died on October 6 (1989) which was my father's birthday.
I played Elizabeth Fuller about 20 years ago in a 2 woman play she wrote about the experience of Bette Davis coming to live with her
and her husband and son for a month in Connecticut. The play is Me and Jezebel.
