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When she said, Don't waste your words, they are
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, Dont forget
Everybody must give something back
For something they get"
I stood there and hummed
I tapped on her drum, I 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 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
arent clear
Youd
better
spit
out
your
gum
She screamed 'til 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 never wasted time
And I, I never took much
I never asked for your crutch
Now don't ask for mine
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