Show her this, guaranteed to make her day; writing it has made mine.

Move up the road
To the outside of town
And the sound of that good gospel beat

Some folks raising their lungs
Others speakin' in tongues

And everyone goes
'Cause everyone knows
Brother Love's show

Warm October day and my hearing is gaveled
How, how do I answer Dems' questions honestly
without seeing my nomination unraveled?

Room gets suddenly still
And when you'd almost bet
You could hear yourself sweat
She walks in

Eyes black as coal
And when Sen Harris lifts her face
Every ear in the place is on her