“Alternative” Lyrics 45

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republican Party
“White Liar” by Miranda Lambert

Hey white liar
The truth comes out a little at a time
And it spreads just like a fire
Slips off of your tongue like turpentine
And I don’t know why, white liar

You better be careful what you do
I wouldn’t wanna be in your shoes
If they ever found you out
You better be careful what you say
It never really added up anyway
I got friends in this town

Hey white liar
The truth comes out a little at a time
And it spreads just like a fire
Slips off of your tongue like turpentine
And I don’t know why, white liar

You said you went out to a bar
And walked some lady to her car
But your face has more to tell
‘Cause my cousin saw you on the street
With a red head named Bernice
Turns out you don’t lie too well

Hey white liar
The truth comes out a little at a time
And it spreads just like a fire
Slips off of your tongue like turpentine
And I don’t know why, white liar

Here’s a bombshell just for you
Turns out I’ve been lying too

Now I’m a white liar
The truth comes out a little at a time
And it spreads just like a fire
Slips off of my tongue like turpentine
And I don’t know why
White liar

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“Alternative” Lyrics 44

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Vladimir Putin; Republican Party
“Crush” by Jennifer Paige

I see ya blowin’ me a kiss
It doesn’t take a scientist
To understand what’s going on baby
If you see something in my eye
Let’s not over-analyze
Don’t go too deep with it baby (baby)

So it’ll be, what it’ll be
Don’t make a fuss and get crazy over you and me
Here’s what I’ll do
I’ll play loose
Not like we have a date with destiny

It’s just (aah) a little crush (crush)
Not like I faint every time we touch
It’s just (aah) some little thing (crush)
Not like everything I do, depends on you
Sha-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la

It’s raising my adrenaline
You’re banging on a heart of tin
Please don’t make too much of it baby
Say the word “forever more”
That’s not what I’m looking for
All I can commit to is “maybe”

So it’ll be what it’ll be
Don’t make a fuss and get crazy over you and me (crazy over you and me)
Here’s what I’ll do
I’ll play loose
Not like we have a date with destiny (Ooh ooh)

It’s just (aah) a little crush (crush)
Not like I faint every time we touch
It’s just (aah) some little thing (crush)
Not like everything I do depends on you
Sha-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la

Vanilla skies
White picket fences in your eyes
A vision of you and me

It’s just (aah) a little crush (crush)
Not like I faint every time we touch
It’s just (aah) some little thing (crush)
Not like everything I do (everything I do) depends on you
Sha-la-la-la (ah hey yeah yeah)
Sha-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la (oh babe not like everything I do depends on you)
Sha-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la (ah hey yeah yeah)
Sha-la-la-la

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“Alternative” Lyrics 43

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Trump Family, Republicans; Republican Party
“Bills, Bills, Bills” by Destiny’s Child

At first we started out real cool
Taking me places I ain’t never been
But now, you’re getting comfortable
Ain’t doing those things you did no more
You’re slowly making me pay for
Things your money should be handling
And now you ask to use my car
Drive it all day and don’t fill up the tank
And you have the audacity to even come and step to me
Ask to hold some money from me until
You get your check next week

You trifling
(Good for nothing type of brother)
Silly me
(Why haven’t I found another)
(A baller), when times get hard need someone to help me out
(Instead of) a scrub like you who don’t know what a man’s about

Can you pay my bills
Can you pay my telephone bills
Can you pay my automo-bills
If you did then maybe we could chill
I don’t think you do
So, you and me are through
Can you pay my bills
Can you pay my telephone bills
Can you pay my automo-bills
If you did then maybe we could chill
I don’t think you do
So, you and me are through

Now you’ve been maxing out my cards
Giving me bad credit buying me gifts with my
Own ends
Haven’t paid the first bill
But you’re steady heading to the mall
Going on shopping sprees perpetrating to your friends that you be balling
And then you use my cell phone
Calling whoever that you think at home
And then when the bill comes all of a sudden you be acting dumb
Don’t know where none of these calls come from
When your mama’s number’s here more than once

Can you pay my bills
Can you pay my telephone bills
Can you pay my automo-bills
If you did then maybe we could chill
I don’t think you do
So, you and me are through
Can you pay my bills
Can you pay my telephone bills
Can you pay my automo-bills
If you did then maybe we could chill
I don’t think you do
So, you and me are through

Can you pay my bills
Can you pay my telephone bills
Can you pay my automo-bills
If you did then maybe we could chill
I don’t think you do
So, you and me are through
Can you pay my bills
Can you pay my telephone bills
Can you pay my automo-bills
If you did then maybe we could chill
I don’t think you do
So, you and me are through

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“Alternative” Lyrics 42

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans
“Your Cheatin’ Heart” by Hank Williams

Your cheatin’ heart
Will make you weep
You’ll cry and cry
And try to sleep

But sleep won’t come
The whole night through
Your cheatin’ heart
Will tell on you

When tears come down
Like falling rain
You’ll toss around
And call my name
You’ll walk the floor
The way I do
Your cheatin’ heart
Will tell on you

Your cheatin’ heart
Will pine some day
And crave the love
You threw away
The time will come
When you’ll be blue
Your cheatin’ heart
Will tell on you

When tears come down
Like falling rain
You’ll toss around
And call my name
You’ll walk the floor
The way I do
Your cheatin’ heart
Will tell on you

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“Alternative” Lyrics 41

Topic: Donald J. Trump
“Shitty Golfer” by Toby Keith

I’m a shitty golfer, you can ask my wife
I’ve been out there hackin’ every day of my life
I got the shorts and all the plaid sweaters
And new TaylorMade driver didn’t make me any better

Man, I hit ’em fat and I hit ’em thin
I roll ’em in the bunker’s man, I hit ’em again
Slice ’em in the bushes, crank ’em in a creek
I popped that sucker up and hooked it out in the street

Yeah, I’m 245 right down the middle
And I’ll miss the green, to the left just a little
Chili dip a wedge, and put it all together
Hit that son of a bitch right up there in the leather
If you call that good, and let me press on the side
You can put me down for a five

Hey, I’m a shitty golfer, most of us are
But we carry our clubs in the back of our carts
What else you gonna do when you’re out of town
And you need to waste a whole day and shoot another round

Man, I played Augusta, and I played Pebble Beach
And one time at Sawgrass I shot 83
If I live long enough to be 88
I think I’ll celebrate it by shooting my age

Yeah, I’m 245 right down the middle
And I’ll miss the green, to the left just a little
Chili dip a wedge, and put it all together
Hit that son of a bitch right up there in the leather
If you call that good, and let me press on the side
You can put me down for a five, oh yeah
You can put me down for a five

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