If you don't understand my silence,
You won't understand my words...

You're popular and gorgeous,
You can't do anything wrong...

We send our men off every day,
Joining a war like it's a game to play...

Dear President Bush,
How are you this fine day...

Swallow up your words, darling.
You think anyone will care...

I lay upon my bed.
Eyes closed real tight...

A buckskin horse who was wild and free,
Dancing around, for he was only three...

All I ever hear from you
Is to be a good girl through and through...

Mean, heartless, and cold.
That describes me, I'm told...

A pile of thousands of shoes.
Who knew what it could represent...

Deep in the South Louisiana land,
Is a place that will always understand...

I refuse to give up my childhood dream,
My hope of a wonderful fantasy land...