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Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Imelda's song (Don't cry for me, Filipinas)

Air: Don't Cry For Me Argentina

It won't be easy, you'll think it strange
When I try to explain how I feel
That I still need your dough after all that I've spent.
You won't believe me;
All you will see is a balikbayan
Although she's dressed up to the nines,
Who's still just a hostess to you.

I loved George Hamilton, I loved his tan,
Couldn't stay all my life with Ferdinand
Looking out of the windows in the Malacanang.
So I chose thieving,
Putting massive amounts into Swiss bank accounts
But nothing impressed me at all
(Except when we killed Benigno).

Don't cry for me Filipinas,
The truth is I never left you.
All through my wild days,
The People Power craze,
I kept my three thou-
sand right and left shoes.

And as for Ramos and as for Joe,
They never invited me in,
Though at least Ms Aquino
Got out of my way.
They are all dumbbells,
They're not just the humbles
they promised to be.
The answer was here all the time:
You hate them, and only love me.

Don't cry for me Filipinas,
The truth is I never left you.
All through my wild days,
The People Power craze,
I kept my three thou-
sand right and left shoes.

Have I said too much?
There's nothing more I can think of to say to you
But all you have to do is open the museum
And give me back my shoes.

Ganache

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