| Miss Teen USA South Carolina
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| Had something to say in her pearls and eye-liner
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| Something to say to the world out there
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| The world beyond Charleston, a world full of care
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| But the words wouldn’t work, they were badly behaved
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| And her something to say just couldn’t be saved.
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| Miss Teen USA, South Carolina
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| In a gingham bikini, a long way from China
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| Stamps her neat foot to wake up the U.S.
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| And takes up her sword, the pageant princess
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| Then the words start to fall, into places they fit
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| And a crowd gathers round, all lickety-spit
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| They have pride on their minds and taxes to kill
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| And they’re taking their anger to Capitol Hill
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| Miss Teen USA, South Carolina
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| Won’t take out the trash or work in a diner
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| She leads from the front in her dream to restore
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| What she dreams that her country enjoyed years before
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| And the words start to whip, and the crowds starts to shriek
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| ‘Health care and welfare, it just makes us weak'
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| And they’re sure of their maker, and sure of their rights
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| They have Gabrielle Giffords trained in their sights |
| And spare me the law-suit, spare the sermon
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| There’s always a crowd behind every lone gunman.
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| In the land of the free, nothing is finer
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| Than a stumbling speech from Miss Teen USA, South Carolina |