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,   and saying, "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, I asked her how come.   And she buttoned her boot,   And straightened her suit,   And she said, "Don't be 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.   But, when 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 are not clear,   You'd better spit out your gum."   She screamed till her face got so red   Then she fell on the floor,   I covered her up and then   went and looked 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.