Текст песни Bob Dylan - Fourth Time Around

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.
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