When she said, Dont waste your words, theyre just lies,I cried she was deaf-f-f-f.
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, dont 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, dont 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 evryone walked.
And after finding id 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 arent clear, youd 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 Id 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 didnt waste time.
And i, I never took much, I never asked for your crutch.
Now dont ask for mine.