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
For a lady has modest and maidenly airs
And a virtue I somehow suspect that I lack
It's hard to remember those 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 slut reeking of sweat
Born on a dung heap, to die on a dung heap
A strumpet men use and forget
If you think that you see me
Not quite at my virginal best
Cross my palm with a coin
And I'll willingly show you the rest
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 don't reach out to me
When your sweet 'Dulcinea' you call
I am no one, I'm nothing
I'm only Aldonza
The whore!