Bob Dylan Lyrics

Album: BLONDE ON BLONDE

4th Time Around Lyrics

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.