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