Tytuł: 4th Time Around

• Wykonawca: Bob Dylan
• Wyświetleń: 229

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 hummel
  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 dont ask for mine.