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Aldonza:
Why do you follow him?
Sancho:
That's easy to explain. It's because... ah... because...
Aldonza:
Why?
Sancho:
(Singing)
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 cukoo-nuts have been
In season!
But there is nothing I can do
Chop me up for onion stew
Still
I yell to the sky
Though I can't tell you why
That I like him
Aldonza:
But what do you get out of it?
Sancho:
What
do I get? Why already I've gotten... I've gotten-
Aldonza:
You've got nothing! Why do you do it?
Sancho:
.
. .
(Singing)
I like him!
I really like him
Pluck me naked as a scalded chicken!
I like him!
Don't ask
me the why or wherefore
Since I don't have a very 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 yell to the sky
Though I
can't tell you why
That I... like... him!
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