In my imagination, the music to this would be a fusion of R&B and pop-rock. I don’t have a beat, just writing a poem mean to be sung. This is a first draft. This is meant to be a sly allusion to my theory that Donald Trump is either banging Hope Hicks or on the verge of doing it. I have no idea if they are in a relationship, but given how batshit insane virtually everything else is in Trump’s life, and the fact that he’s on wife number three, it would make sense.
Newer Model
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform
she works around the office
communicating for you
she’s got great legs as they always do
we all know one day we’ll hear the details
on the morning zoo
she’s the newer model
she’s a sleek as can be
flies through the night
the newer model has speed control
the newer model is on a roll
when you look into her eyes
and gaze upon her thighs
you know you’d give it all up
’cause she likes it rough
but no one will ever know
if you have your way
she wears no blue dress
there won’t be any such mess
she’s too smart for that
the cat won’t be let out the bag
the hag won’t will this time
she’s the newer model
she’s a sleek as can be
flies through the night
the newer model has speed control
the newer model is on a roll
[bridge]
now we’re all ready for it
the be show
where everyone learns the truth
don’t you know
when the end comes
and we know it will
at least there will be a newer model
rolling off the assembling line
ready for a ride
