โหลดเพลง mp3 Fourth Time Around - Bob Dylan

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