It's a strange aberration; it seems so uncouth
Though it's lost in translation from fancy to truth
It's hopelessly Clinton, both inside and out
A sordid occasion; no reason to doubt
It's easy somehow; what once was elusive is being said now:

"I was with her; it was wrong of me
I misled you, even Hillary;
I regret it; it's embarrassing
To admit it, my intern-al fling;
I'm confessing while I'm watching the
Polls for blessing; precious privacy disappearing--
What was once just a game has brought me to shame; Ken Starr's to blame!"

It's a strange obfuscation; we had best be alarmed
These reversals and rhetoric may well do us great harm
They're helplessly Clinton, both inside and out
A sordid occasion; there's no reason to doubt
When each word is read, would we know the difference if nothing was said?

All is falsehood, all is perjury
He is lying unashamedly
Just for instance, he's abusing the
Words of penance, making mockery
Twisting slowly, drifting aimlessly
Endless spinning, unabashedly
Resurrected; falling down again; introspected--
He's just stating his views; now you can choose:
"Your pain I feel"; is he for real this time?