| Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan
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 |
