Texty: Bob Dylan. Blonde On Blonde. 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 everyone 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