Fourth Time Around (take 11, 2/14/1966, complete)

She said, "Don't waste your words, they're just lies"
And I cried she was deaf
She worked on my face until breaking my eyes
And saying, "What else you got left?"

It was then that I got up to go
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?"
She buttoned her boot, and straightened her suit
And 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 out I'd forgotten my shirt
I went back and knocked
I waited in the hallway, she went to get it

And 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
When she said, "No, dear," I said, "Your words aren't clear
You'd better spit out your gum"
She screamed 'til her face got so red

Then, she fell on the floor
I covered her up, and then, went and looked 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