Don't cry for a photo, dear Hart Your life stoped in a yatcht Don't cry for a photo, sweet Hart. Life, boat, and Donna too much You had no time to smile For the flash Before that people loved you Loved you so much. Your wife said bye to you, Hart And republicans shut down Shut down the Hart Campaign It was your fault, dear hart, You were hidden in a yatcht Is was your fault, dear Hart You were drinking champaign. Don't cry now, sweet Hart Take another photo And start to dance.