I thought you were a joke –
My wrong presupposition:
The first time that we spoke,
I loved your proposition.
(Violins and drums kick in)
Before we met I’d planned
More years in opposition,
But then you took my hand:
We formed a coalition.
But the pact that we wrote had a flaw in store:
The alternative vote means declaring war.
There’s a lump in my throat as I clutch at yours:
AV will tear us apart.
(Chorus, with gospel choir)
AV will tear us apart again.
I realize I’m a tart again
And politics a black art again.
Blind power made it seem so smart:
AV will tear us apart.
(Pause, key change and repeat chorus)
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