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.