I can see that you're full of mendacity--
You stand up there and do your thing,
But do you really think for yourself,
Or flak for the demented elf? I get a bone
Each time I watch you parry with the press, alone.

Dana,* each time your lips move
I know, you speak an untruth,
But you smile and then I'm loath to reprove.

Though you lie, I can't deny, you're on my mind.
It's by bullshitting you prosper, but you look so fine.
You've captured me.
Would you spurn me if I got your telephone
Number and called you and sang this little song
To you in the key of D?

Dana, I like how you move,
Although you speak an untruth.
When you smile, I wish we were in the groove

(Soliloquy)

Dana, each time your lips move,
I wish I were in the groove
Of your smile, from which issue the untruths
(Tissue of untruths).

I come to your briefings each and every day,
Chafing in my briefs at every single word you say.
Glandularly
I'd like to press your "con-furance" next to me.
I admit that I have lectern lechery.
Please give me release; set me free.

Dana, each time your lips move,
I wish we were in the groove
And you'd ply into my ear sweet untruths
(Long for your untruths).

Yeah now.
Dana, I'm wantin' your smooch;
Tongue me with a deep untruth.
Tell me lies while I lick like a lost pooch.

Falsehoods do not dim my love for you,
Falsehoods don't diminish love for you. . .
Don't care what you say's untrue; you keep
Falsehoods fallin' from your dimpled moue.


*Perino, White House press secretary