The President Knows

You know she doesn't bother putting ribbons in her hair
 It's like she doesn't care
 Just a long for the ride, yeah
 Dancing in the vestibule where everyone can see
 Nothing left for me
 Just a bouncing ballerina
 Underneath her sweater a mysterious code
 Given to her mother seven weeks ago
 You know it doesn't matter if the President knows
 Suddenly she's staking out the pigeons in the square
 Normal people stare
 Under orders from the Germans
 Her father whispers in her ear before she falls asleep
 A secret she can keep
 Make use of in the morning
 She won't discuss the issue in a letter or a phone
 Sparing with her adjectives careful with her clothes
 She's got to find a way to let the President know
 She may be falling, literally crawling
 Notorious scrawling but hey
 Do you know what it is to be brave?
 Do you know it's your ass she's gonna save?
 The interview is over now, they're taking her away
 The unenlightened day
 Festers in the foreground
 They've cordoned off the corridor and hidden her from view
 The actors take their cue
 Standing at attention
 She crouches in the corner with the couches and the crows
 Deciphering a message in the riddle he chose
 And now she's pretty certain the President knows