4th 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 didn't waste time
 And I, I never took much
 I never asked for your crutch
 Now don't ask for mine