She’s a bad girl, caused some drama,
loves emails, sending out a slew.
She’s a bad girl, Dave’s amanuensis,
loved writing ’bout her boyfriend too.

Went the wrong way, stickin’ in his wiener—
the CIA is stunned and takes it hard—
not his man toy! but the fact that he kissed her.
He’s a bad boy, his career in shards.

Because he, he’s all in.
And wrote she, she “All In.”

Ere the man’s fired—squalid was his gal spree—
dude went out by folding all his cards.
He was a bad boy. . .was bangin’ in the shadows
with a bad girl who’s broken his wife’s heart.

It was he, he all in.
And wrote P.B. “All In.”

So now the guy’s down, prone to mull ballin’,
and his wife’s sure steamed at the guy
and his P.B. ball—wow! what a dumb thing!!
Gonna leave his job with no smile.

Because he, he’s all in.
And wrote she, she “All In.”

It was he, he all in,
into P.B., “All In.”