Sing it. I dream of Ginni in the witness chair Borne, like a traitor, on the summer air I see her bow her head and start to pray "Lord please tell me all that I should pr'haps not say." Many are the wild lies her merry voice would pour All about the vile texts exchanged with cohorts I dream of Ginni in the witness chair Talkin 'bout John Eastman and the fond hopes they share