WENCH AT HEART - lyrics and music by Amanda McCartney

My hands are as pale as rose petals
My face is as fair as they come
My gowns are hand-stitched out of the finest cloth
But once court is over and done
I set my hair free from its intricate braids
And grab an ale, my thirst to quench
I strip myself down to a simpler gown
All corseted up like a wench

Chorus
I may dress up like a lady
And I may play the part
It's all pretend, 'cause in the end
I'm still a wench at heart

Oh, I've learning in things like embroidery
But I'd rather be wrestling with men
I do as I'm told and act oh, so demure
Until I'm alone and then
I throw down my stitching and run out to play
And join the men out on the bench
I'll tell a crude joke to all the men-folk
And laugh it up just like a wench

Oh, the wench's life is what I crave
No more of these tedious chores
Give me tangled up hair and a skirt cut to there
And I'll be someone's wench, maybe yours!

Every day I behave like a good little girl
And dress up like a porcelain doll
I've had it up to here with being insincere
I'm good and I'm done with it all
So I'll dress how I choose and behave how I please
And please whom I wish to as well
I'm a woman in charge, and so, by and large
Some would call me the wench from hell

No more dressing like a lady
No more playing at the part
No more pretend, 'cause in the end
I'm still a wench at heart

No honor to defend
Having fun in the end
And I'm still just a wench at heart