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 And 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 I 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 that I 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