Okej, har hittat en ny favoritlåt, "Dear mister president" med Mariette Hansson från Idol 2009 (p!nks låt) She is soo fucking amazing! Jag älskade hennes röst och hennes stil redan när hon tog första tonen på sin audition och nu har jag blivit kär på nytt i hennes röst. Det här är också en låt som jag gråter floder av, (jag vet.. jag är superdupermegaultra mesig..)

Här är en spotify länk till hela låten Dear Mister President som hon sjunger (eftersom youtube bara har från "Idol 2009" är bara halva låten med, Mariette Hansson – Dear Mister President

Dear Mister President lyrics

Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?

Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?

På onsdag ska jag träffa min vackra Miss Linnea och i slutet av den här månaden får jag även träffa min Miss Bella med bullmagen. Hiho, har mycket att se fram emot den här månaden, yey!   

/ johannah eriksson.