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.