Bob Dylan Lyrics
"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,
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 ev'ryone walked.
But, when 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 are not clear,
You'd better spit out your gum."
She screamed till 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.