Jodi Shaw The President Knows
You know she doesn't bother putting ribbons in her hair
It's like she doesn't care
Just a long for the ride yeah
Dancing in the vestibule where everyone can see
Nothing left for me
Just a bouncing ballerina
Underneath her sweater a mysterious code
Given to her mother seven weeks ago
You know it doesn't matter if the President knows
Suddenly she's staking out the pigeons in the square
Normal people stare
Under orders from the Germans
Her father whispers in her ear before she falls asleep
A secret she can keep
Make use of in the morning
She won't discuss the issue in a letter or a phone
Sparing with her adjectives careful with her clothes
She's got to find a way to let the President know
She may be falling, literally crawling
Notorious scrawling but hey
Do you know what it is to be brave?
Do you know it's your ass she's gonna save?
The interview is over now they're taking her away
The unenlightened day
Festers in the foreground
They've cordoned off the corridor and hidden her from
view
The actors take their cue
Standing at attention
She crouches in the corner with the couches and the
crows
Deciphering a message in the riddle he chose
And now she's pretty certain, the President knows . . .
