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From: [email protected] (Petter Larsson)
Fourth Time Around - Bob Dylan
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( Blonde on Blonde album)
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,
Ev rybody 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 peice of gum.
She threw me outside, I stood in the dirt where ev ry-one 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.