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 hummel
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 dont ask for mine.

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- Volver a los Discos de Bob Dylan