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Aldonza (Man Of La Mancha/1965 Original Broadway Cast/Remastered 2000) - Joan Diener/Richard Kiley
My lady
I am not your lady
I am not any kind of a lady
I was spawned in a ditch
By a mother who left me there
Naked and cold and too hungry to cry
I never blamed her
I'm sure she left hoping
That I'd have the good sense to die
Then of course there's my father
I'm told that young ladies
Can point to their fathers
With maidenly pride;
Mine was some regiment
Here for an hour
I can't even tell you which side
So of course I became
As befitted my delicate birth
The most casual bride
Of the murdering scum of the earth
And still thou art my lady
And still he torments me
How should I be a lady
For a lady has modest and maidenly airs
And a virtue I somehow suspect that I lack;
It's hard to remember these maidenly airs
In a stable laid flat on your back
Won't you look at me look at me
God won't you look at me
Look at the kitchen slat reeking with sweat
Born on a dung heap to die on a dung heap
A strumpet men use and forget
If you feel that you see me
Not quite at my virginal best
Cross my palm with a coin
And I'll willingly show you the rest
Never deny thou art Dulcinea
Take the clouds from your eyes
And see me as I really am
You have shown me the sky
But what good is the sky
To a creature who'll never
Do better than crawl
Of all the cruel bastards
Who've badgered and battered me
You are the cruelest of all
Can't you see what your gentle
Insanities do to me
Rob me of anger and give me despair Blows and abuse
I can take and give back again
Tenderness I cannot bear
So please torture me now
With your"Sweet Dulcineas" no more
I'm only Aldonza
I know I'm nothing
Now and forever thou art my lady Dulcinea
