Rewrite this stanza of lyrics,

Don't cry for me Argentina
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Don't keep your distance

and I'll put it onto this picture:

The truth is I'll be back soon
All through my shopping sprees
My mad interviews
I showed my colors
And had hockey boos

I kind of think she has her sights set on Washington DC, not Alaksa in the future, don't you?

it's embarrassing. She doesn't understand that her "base" is the backwash.

I live in a suburban town outside of NYC of about 50,000 and she couldn't even win the position of animal control officer.

Don't cry for me Neiman Marcus
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my charge card
Don't cut my credit.

Neiman Marcus fits perfectly too.

Don't cry for me Barack Obama
The truth is I always loved you
Even though you're a Muslin
and probably Australian
But at least you're not
Episcopalian.
You betcha.

Thanks!

The truth is I never liked you
All through my famous days
My new existence
I kept my promise
YOU KEEP your distance

the truth is I never left you
all through the tundra
my mad campaigning
I broke my promise
Now quit complaining

:applause:

Don't cry for me my fellow Americans
The truth is I’ll never leave you
Thanks for my famous days
And all the riots….err rallies
I’ll keep my promise
And you’ll see me in four years

Don't cry for me, poor Wasilla
The truth is I never liked you
As I depart your
dead-end existence
At least you'll know you've
been of assistance.

Don't come near me, Katie Couric
the truth is you irritate me
It's all a gotcha game
Just like the GED
A mouse like you can't know
just what they see in me

<Sarah:>
There again I've more to do
Than simply get the message through
I haven't started

Let's get this show on the road
Let's make it obvious
McCain is off and rolling

<Sarah's dressers:>
Eyes, hair, mouth, figure
Dress, voice, style, movement
Hands, magic, rings, glamour
Face, diamonds, excitement, image

<Sarah:>
I came from the people, they need to adore me
So Christian Dior me from my head to my toes
I need to be dazzling, I want to be Rainbow High
They must have excitement, and so must I

<Sarah's dressers:>
Eyes, hair, mouth, figure
Dress, voice, style, image

<Sarah:>
I'm their product, it's vital you sell me
So Machiavell me, make an Anchorage Rose
I need to be thrilling, I want to be Rainbow High
They need their escape, and so do I



<Sarah:>
All the Real Americans expect me to outshine the enemy
I won't disappoint them
I'm their savior, that's what they call me
So Lauren Bacall me, anything goes
To make me fantastic, I have to be Rainbow High
In magical colors

You're not decorating a girl for a night on the town
And I'm not a second-rate queen getting kicks with a crown

Next stop will be Washington
The Rainbow's gonna tour, dressed up, somewhere to go
We'll put on a show

Look out, mighty Beltway
Because you oughta know whatcha gonna get in me
Just a little touch of
Just a little touch of
Wasilla's brand of star quality

Just had to say I’ll be seein’ ya’
Leaving soon with Todd the dude
Back to Troopergate
And the moose I ate
I blew the election
Headed Russia’s direction