Intro :
When she said, "Don' t waste you r words, they're j ust lies ," I cried she was deaf.
And she wo rked on my face until breaking my ey es, Then said, "What else you got left ?"
It was t hen that I got up to leave But she said, "Don't forget ,
Ev'ryb ody must give something ba ck Fo r something they g et."
I st ood there and hummed, I tapped on h er drum and asked her how come.
And she buttoned her boot, And s traightened her su it, Then s he said, "Don't get cute."
So I forced my hands in my pockets And felt with my thumbs,
And gallantly handed her My ver y last peice of gu m.
She t hrew me ou tside, I stood in t he dirt w here ev'ry-o ne walked.
And after finding I'd F orgotten my shi rt, I went back a nd knocked.
I waited in the hallway, she went to get it, And I tried to make sense ,
Out of that p icture of you in your whe elchair That leaned up against. ..
Her Jamaican rum And when she di d come , I asked her f or some.
She said, "No, dear." I said, "Your words aren't cle ar, You'd bet ter spit out y our gum."
She screamed till her face got so red, Then she fell on the floor ,
And I covered her up and then Tho ught I'd g o look through her drawe r.
And w hen I was through, I filled up my shoe And brought i t to you.
And you, you took me in, You loved me th en, You didn't wa ste time.
And I, I never took much, I never asked for your crut ch, No w don't ask for mine .