Last night, I gave a speech that I hoped would capture both the love I have for my husband Donald Trump and my appreciation for this great country. In the speech, I inadvertently borrowed some language from a previous speech delivered by Michelle Obama.
I'd like to take this moment to apologize. Is it too late now to say sorry? Yeah, I know that I let you down; is it too late to say I'm sorry now?
This is me swallowing my pride—standing in front of you, saying I'm sorry for that night. I was alone, I took a ride, I didn't know what I would find there.
I'm just a poor girl; I need no sympathy. I'm easy-come, easy-go. Little high, little low.
But I know that I've let you down. What else could I write? I don't have the right. What else should I be? All apologies.
But before you abuse, criticize and accuse: Walk a mile in my shoes. I hopped off the plane at LAX with a dream and my cardigan. This is all so crazy! Everyone seems so famous!
And today, imagine all the people: I'm picking up good vibrations; they're sending me the excitations. It felt so wrong; it felt so right. They put their hands up, they're playing my song, the butterflies fly away!
And it's just like the ocean, under the moon! That's the same as the emotion that I get from you!
But now everything is broken. It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside; I'm not one of those who can easily hide.
And mama said there'd be days like this. "There'll be days like this," my mama said.
My job's a joke, I'm broke; my love life's D.O.A.
But when I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom: "It's hard to be humble when you stuntin' on a Jumbotron."
So: Please forgive me, I know not what I do.
Please believe me, every word I say is true.
Don't deny me, this pain I'm going through.
Please forgive me, I can't stop loving you.
I know—I know!—that I let you down. Is it too late to say sorry now?
Straight Outta Compton,