:29:01
I'm not any kind of a lady.
:29:05
For a lady
has modest and maidenly airs
:29:10
And a virtue a blind man
could see that I lack
:29:16
It's hard to develop
:29:18
These maidenly airs
:29:21
In a stable,
laid flat on your back
:29:26
Won't you look at me,
look at me
:29:29
God, won't you look at me?
:29:32
Look at the kitchen slut
:29:35
Reeking of sweat
:29:37
Born on a dung heap
:29:40
To die on a dung heap
:29:42
A strumpet men use and forget
:29:48
If you feel that you see me
:29:50
Not quite at my virginal best
:29:56
Cross my palm with a coin
:29:58
And I'll willingly
show you the rest
:30:03
Never deny
that you are Dulcinea.
:30:06
Take the clouds from your eyes
and see me as I really am!
:30:09
You have shown me the sky
:30:12
But what good is the sky
:30:15
To a creature who'll never
do better than crawl?
:30:20
Of all the cruel bastards
:30:23
Who've badgered and battered me
:30:26
You are the cruelest of all
:30:31
Can't you see what your gentle
insanities do to me?
:30:37
Rob me of anger
and give me despair
:30:42
Blows and abuse I can take
:30:45
And give back again
:30:47
Tenderness I cannot bear
:30:52
So please torture me now
:30:55
With your sweet Dulcineas
no more