I'm not the "real" wife -
It's just legality -
SHE'd be the man's bride
If his dreams were reality...
Cause in his eyes, his daughter's the prize - not me...
And with his four boys (three males, plus Tiffany),
I'm just the next ex-wife - just for show...
It's a life that I chose...
I'm not really kin, so... I don't really matter; poor me...
shrewd me...

Donald could kill a man -
Not be charged, but cheered instead - least in any state that's "Red"...
Donald, he could blast a gun,
And blow some nagging "know-it-all" away...
Donald... oooh...
Wouldn't even fake a cry - we're somewhat lacking depth, and blind to sorrow...
Married Don, married Don... to climb the social ladder...

[instrumental interlude]

Kool Aid: his tribe has drunk...
No brains, or hearts, or spines
They're so thick he's doing fine
Conning all the shoddy politicos
(It's the dumb leading the blind, to tell the truth...)
Donald... oooh
I don't want this life...
We can't emit that Kennedy warmth at all...

[instrumental interlude]

Night-tweeting little twit with yellow gecko hands -
Just a brute in a suit, with a slew of bronze condos...
Now the noose is tightening - scaring (yet, exciting?) me
When I'm gray-old, (when I'm gray-old)
When I'm gray-old, (when I'm gray-old)
I won't stay, he'll "let me go", (he'll let me go, oh, oh, oh....)

I was a poor girl - shy, slender Slovene...
Traveled the whole world, modeled quite happily,
Then caught the eye of a "from money" creep...

(...one or two steps below "aging gigolo...")

No visa? Whoa! (Well, no one needs to know...)
Won't they know? No visa! Well, no one needs to know...
Won't they know? No visa! Well, no one needs to know...
Won't they know? No one needs to know...
Won't they know? No one needs to know...

It's all for show... oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh... OH!

So we agreed that once I breed and go to seed, he'd "let me go..."
But Don's prenup has a settlement inside for me... for me... for MEEEEE!

[instrumental break]

Do you think he can dump me and just say goodbye?
Do you think when he Trumps me, I'll just sit and cry?
Noooo baby... can't do that to this "lady"!
He's gonna pay out... he's gonna pay year after year!

[instrumental break]

Yes, my life's in tatters; nothing comes for free...
Doesn't really matter...
Money's all that matters... to meeeee...

Anyway, my skin glows...