Let me hide you away sweet Valerie
You can have them put the blame on me
Your bosses hunt down the wrong kind of game
Isn't it a shame that they don't
C, I, A is for zealotry
Fee, fi, fucked you is fo sho
Valerie Valerie bo ballery
Banana fanna fo falerie
Fee fi fucked you is for sho
If yo' name is Valerie Plame
She should have known better
She was asking for it
Did you see the way she dressed that night?
Did she not know that might was right?
You show your gams too much and you're fair game
She shouldn't have been walking in that part of town
She had to have known something bad'd go down
Or maybe she just thought 'No one can hurt me, I'm Valerie Plame!"
You hear that, world? You can't hurt me
Go ahead, lock me out of the Embassy
All I ever wanted was fortune and fame
Look at me you know my name
I'm the whore that everyone calls Valerie Plame
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