Il testo della 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
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