It's a catchy song, anyone with an ear,
Those who sing to him, who love his coming,
And it's a lie for them, ,
He is finished, with his own songs,
He will make you laugh, turn around and scream,
Always the victim.
If there is a black one, the bets crush the white one,
If he is on the bus, let's be afraid of the plane,
Today he will crush a pumpkin, tomorrow he will praise it,
Call the hill a park, if you want to run,
When the rain comes, he will praise the sun.
What he will praise, let us see the soothsayer,
And pretending to be giving you a secret.
His reputation is to forget, he is a champion of ignoring,
He does not want to lower the stake, if the truth informs him,
We will not see scorners, claiming you are lying,
His hypocrite song, this never stops.
If you want to sing with him, don't raise your voice,
Also give up your mind, let him monopolize it,
Lies to honey, others to hurt,
Let me tell you one thing,
Do the trick, avoid him immediately,
His hypocrite song, this never stops.
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