In the private quarters at the White House, Melania Trump sings her sob story

When I was growing up in Slovenia, I was the prettiest girl by far
I grew up modeling kids clothes, I was happy as a star.
I knew that I was destined for a life of luxury
I could almost see and taste it, I knew the good life was for me.
Someone get me out of here
The big city waits for me
Sevnica’s too small to hold me
I know big things await me.

So I got a modeling contract, made some money met some guys
I wound up in New York City, did a few gigs on the sly.
Then I met and married Donald, he promised me all I ever dreamed
But after I had my son, I found that not all was what it seemed.
Someone get me out of here
I’ll take my child and just go
He’s been sleeping with these bimbos
That’s the one way that he’ll know.

Then we came to an arrangement, no more public fooling around
But when he got elected President, my whole world turned upside down.
I didn’t agree to be first lady, it wasn’t part of any plan
I’m no Michelle Obama, I won’t stand behind my man.

Someone get me out of here
I didn’t bargain for this life
I can’t stand the things he’s doing
And I can’t stand to be his wife!

Tangoing with Donald for the kicked-up a notch verse
My Donald is a man-child, he loves boobs and trucks and guns
Bullying someone who is smarter is his idea of having fun.
Every problem is so simple, every issue white or black
And if he tries to get too handsy, I correct him with a smack (hand swat)
Or a whack (backhand), or a crack (punch in the face)

Someone get me out of here
I didn’t bargain for this life
I can’t stand the things he’s doing
And I can’t stand to be his wife!