Aldonza - Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio/Brian Stokes Mitchell

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 of 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 know what I'm nothing

I'm only aldonza

Now and forever thou art my lady dulcinea