.By Dean Friedman
I met my love Hillary at the local distillery
She was leaning so languidly, on the window sillery
And I was glued to my seat as I gazed at her feat
Hey, Hey, Hillary. Hey, Hey, Hillary
My heart was hi-jacked. My lips were gobsmacked
Her hair was.
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