Iranian girls: or the funny thing with modern warfare

There are three girls in my class who came from Iran
I love their accent and the way they pronounce 'ih-RAHN'
Fun-loving, friendly beauties who wouldn't even hurt a fly
So please, masters of war sir, never mistake them for enemy combatants.

When they speak, it's the American accent that they try to affect
They suck cancer from that great American export, those Marlboro cigarettes
Heck, their fair skin makes them look like your daughters back in DC
And judging by their liberal ways, you should have given them green cards already.

If you go looking for the Axis of Evil, don't harm these girls
Go after Ahmedinejad and the Ayatollah, not their long-suffering people
Don't take over what their tyrants did to them, by pointing your gun barrels
at them for truth be told, they despise all this pseudo-religious nonsensical babble.

You know how funny modern warfare is, if you learn a thing or two from Iraq
How today's vengeful innocents can become tomorrow's bomb-strapped insurgents
You charge in hunting for Talibans in all their mosques and every single one of their schools
When those Talibans simply waltz right in behind your marines with every single one of their seventy-two virgins.

So please all of you, masters of war, 'The Star-Spangled Banner' singers
Remember this fact, before it's Operation-Liberation-Whatever all over again
A country is made up of her citizens, not her keris-kissing, 'Allahuakbar'-chanting dictators
And when you nuke a country, you'll mostly kill innocent people, not their well-hidden dukes.