Bob Dylan - Fourth Time Around [Take 5] [Complete]. [Take] Lyrics
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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 saying "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 And she said, "Don't be 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 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 are not 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 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 never wasted time And I, I never took much, I never asked for your crutch Now don't ask for mine |
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