I Like Him

ALDONZA: spoken

Why do you follow him?

 

SANCHO: spoken

Well, that's easy to explain. It's because....because...

 

ALDONZA: spoken

Why?!

 

SANCHO:

I like him.
I really like him.
Tear out my fingernails, one by one.
I like him.

 

I don't have
a very good reason.
Since I've been with him cuckoonuts have been
in season.

 

But there's nothing I can do.
Chop me up for onion stew
Still I'll yell to the sky
though I can't tell you why,
that I like him.

 

ALDONZA:  spoken

But what do you get out of it?

 

SANCHO:  spoken

What do I get....ooooo.... Why already I've gotten... I've gotten...

 

ALDONZA:  spoken

You've gotten nothing. Why do you do it?

 

SANCHO:

I like him.
I really like him.
Pluck me naked as a scaled chicken
I like him.

 

Don't ask me
for why or wherefore
'cause I don't have a single good because
or therefore.

 

You can barbecue my nose.
Make a giblet of my toes.
Make me freeze. Make me fry.
Make me sigh. Make me cry.
Still I'll yell to the sky,
though I can't tell you why,
that I like him!

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