Bob Dylan - Fourth Time Around

When she said, 
'Don't waste your words, they're just lies,' 
I cried she was deaf. 
And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes, 
Then said, 'What else you got left?' 
It was then that I got up to leave 
But she said, 'Don't forget, 
Everybody must give something back 
For something they get.' 

I stood there and hummed, 
I tapped on her drum and asked her how come. 
And she buttoned her boot, 
And straightened her suit, 
Then she said, 'Don't get cute.' 
So I forced my hands in my pockets 
And felt with my thumbs, 
And gallantly handed her 
My very last piece of gum. 

She threw me outside, 
I stood in the dirt where ev'ryone walked. 
And after finding I'd 
Forgotten my shirt, 
I went back and knocked. 
I waited in the hallway, she went to get it, 
And I tried to make sense 
Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair 
That leaned up against . . . 

Her Jamaican rum 
And when she did come, I asked her for some. 
She said, 'No, dear.' 
I said, 'Your words aren't clear, 
You'd better spit out your gum.' 
She screamed till her face got so red, 
Then she fell on the floor, 
And I covered her up and then 
Thought I'd go look through her drawer. 

And when I was through, 
I filled up my shoe, and brought it to you. 
And you, you took me in, 
You loved me then, 
You never wasted time. 
And I, I never took much, 
I never asked for your crutch, 
Now don't ask for mine.