Por cuarta vez

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 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 don't ask for mine...