Donald Tartuffe

God is ok
My sins, they won't notice at all
Bonjour, bonjour, bonjour

Elmire you loath me
Your husband adores me so much
That's true, that's true, that's true

I'm self loathing
I'll control z heaven for us
Will do, will do, will do

Cléante you're the most stalest out of us
Deus ex from the machina come and help us out
From, from, from

Tartuffe, Tartuffe, Tartuffe
Bragger male Tartuffe out did us all
Deus ex from the machina didn't show up to the ball
Oh no, he won

Tartuffe, Tartuffe, Tartuffe
(Donald)



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Writer(s): Enacio Diaz
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