Bob Dylan — Fourth Time Around

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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 didn’t waste time,
And I, I never took much,
I never asked for your crutch,
Now don’t ask for mine.