Trumpin’s Mea Culpa
Mea maxima culpa…
Queen Barbra recently expressed her feelings for Herr Donald with her reworking of a Stephen Sondheim standard, but turnabout is fair play. So on his behalf, I’ve made a very, very small change to another Sondheim classic. He should feel free to sing this to his beloved. Preferably in a dark room, far away from the world.
No longer as my daughter
Mea culpa, mea culpa
Mea maxima culpa
Mea maxima maxima culpa!
God deliever me! Release me!
Forgive me! Restrain me! Pervade me!
Ivanka, Ivanka
So suddenly a woman
The light behind your window
It penetrates your gown
Ivanka, Ivanka
The sun — I see the sun through your —
No! God! Deliver me! Deliver me!
Down!
Down
Down…..
Ivanka, Ivanka
I watch you from the shadows
You sigh before your window
And gaze upon the town
Your lips part, Ivanka
So young and soft and beautiful —
God! Deliver me!
Filth. Leave me!
Ivanka, Ivanka
I treasured you in innocence
And loved you like a daughter
You mock me, Ivanka
You tempt me with your innocence
You tempt with those quivering —
No! God! Deliver me!
It will — -
Stop — -
Now! It will — -
Stop — -
Right
Now
Right
Now
Right
Now…
Ivanka, Ivanka
I cannot keep you longer
The world is at your window
You want to fly away
You stir me, Ivanka
So suddenly a woman
I cannot watch you one more day —
God! Deliver me!
God! Deliver me!
God! Deliver — !
God!
Ivanka, Ivanka
I’ll keep you here forever
I’ll wed on the morrow
Ivanka, Ivanka
The world will never touch you
I’ll wed you on the morrow
As years pass, Ivanka
You’ll tend me in my solitude
No longer as my daughter
As a woman
Ivanka, Ivanka
I’ll hold you here forever then
You’ll keep away from windows and
You’ll deliver me
Ivanka
From this hot red devil
With your soft white cool virgin palms
