Allan, with a little TrumPooning of Barbra Streisand’s The Way We Were, I offer some musical encouragement for Ivanka to intervene:

Mammaries, on Ivanka you can find
Such a perfect set of mammaries, they have made men stare
Choc’late fixtures, butt vanilla her behind
But you can’t forget those mammaries, are they wash and wear

Can it be we’ve all been tricked by them
Has she pushed up every line
If she had the chance to do it all again
Tell me would she, would you

Mammaries, may be beautiful and yet
What you cannot get your hands on, you simply choose to forget
So sweet Ivanka, you we’ll remember
Whenever we remember, cleavage to spare
Oh, what a pair