Lyrics:
Chief of staff called the VP a “conspiracy theorist,”
That phrase alone went full-news-tourist
Defenders said, “Context fell apart,”
Critics said, “Still came from the heart”
She said Trump was “wrong,” said it flat,
On Clinton, Epstein — “no evidence” at that
Attorney General, files, delay,
Each sentence sparked a brand-new fray
She said Trump has an “alcoholic’s personality,”
Doesn’t drink, just intensity
Trump read it, didn’t take a swipe,
Said being “possessive” sounded “right”
Is it Vanity, is it fair?
Hard to tell by the thousand-yard stare
When everyone’s posed like they lost a dare
Is it Vanity… Fair?
Is it honesty, is it heat?
Every quote turns to instant tweet
When the takes outpace the printed care
Is it Vanity… Fair?
Vanity Fair in a velvet stare,
Soft-box lighting, government glare
Every hallway looks like a stage,
Every face stuck mid–history page
Chief of staff, calm, center frame,
Gloss meets power, power meets name
Internet asks, scrolling fast,
“Why does this look like a funeral cast?”
Suits pressed sharp, expressions tight,
Every photo says, “We stayed up all night”
No one blinking, no one relaxed,
Leadership shot like a prestige abstract
Is it Vanity, is it fair?
Hard to tell by the thousand-yard stare
When everyone’s posed like they lost a dare
Is it Vanity… Fair?
Is it honesty, is it heat?
Every quote turns to instant tweet
When the takes outpace the printed care
Is it Vanity… Fair?
The quotes were real.
The facts were there.
The lighting dramatic.
And the hot takes…
Were everywhere.
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