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(gentle music) - Unique. Old world misting. It's quietly chic. That's Mar-a-Lago. Serene. This sun-drank scene. And the cuisine. It's better than sparkle. We toast. Our famous host. Even Ms. Post. In her demure way. She'd be thrilled to see how graciously you've redone this your way. The fate of this estate is more than great. It's a sensation. It's sweet. Is a retreat. It's so complete. This transformation. And yes, sweet cheer. What you've done here. It's very clear that you're no novice. I bet you can't wait to renovate. (gentle music) That oval, that oval office. With your vast knowledge, we can bet you could wipe out the national debt. If plans go awry, hey, what the heck? You just sit down and you write a check. We'll all relax. No inheritance tax when we vote your way. With flair and savoir-faire you love to share the best of living like kin. You say, "Join in." You've always been so gracious in giving. And I'm so blessed to be a friend, a guest. But I have one request. Instead of swimming though it's a jewel, I don't need your pool. (gentle music) ♪ All I want, all I want ♪ ♪ Is your women ♪ ♪ As president ♪ ♪ You get things done ♪ ♪ Plus, oh my God ♪ ♪ Would it be fun ♪ ♪ The greatest leader ♪ ♪ There seems aid ♪ ♪ No more first lady ♪ ♪ We'd have first faith ♪ ♪ Nothing could stop ♪ ♪ Our president's run ♪ ♪ You'd lead us ♪ ♪ Your ♪ ♪ Way ♪ - Mr. President, my friend, in many, many years since the '60s, you just do it. You do it. ♪ Your ♪ ♪ Your way ♪

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