Dear Mr. President

Here's Pink's song, with just a few changes to be a song for Mr Obama now, instead of Bush....

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

Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
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 granddaughter's or Grandson's rights away
And what kind of father might
hate his own Granddaughter if she
were a mistake
I can only imagine what the
first lady has to say

You've come a long way from pot and cocaine



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



Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the
bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box

Let me tell you bout hard work

Hard work
Hard work
you don't know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work

Oh



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