She's had Emily Davison tattooed on both arms,
She's in the banquet room now spilling champagne on the Sergeant at Arms,
If her candidate of choice goes and gets her pretty little self beat,
She'll spend the next four years making Washington earn their keep,
 
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Now she's on the dance floor just-a-voting with her feet,
Her local congressman and heads of state are gonna feel the heat,
She's thrown the curtain wide open and she's waving both hands free,
C'mon, pretty baby let's vote with our feet,

 
The way she gerrymeanders when she's sidling up to the bar,
She's my star-spangled Moses, one day she's gonna lead 'em far,
She's standing in the crowd heckling the opposition's victory speech,
And when she calls me from the hotel she still won't concede defeat,

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They'll be raising contributions; all the while she'll be raising hell,
She's got a black belt in hitting 'em hard just below the belt,
She's gonna push her referendum through the caucuses and primaries,
That says the disenfranchised are hereby allowed to boogie!

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