Robyn Hitch***** - 4th Time Around Lyrics
When she said,"Don't waste your words, they're just lies,"I cried she was deafAnd she worked on my face until breaking my eyesThen said, "What else you got left?"It was then that I got up to leaveBut she said, "Don't forgetEverybody must give something backFor something they get."I stood there and hummedI tapped on her drum and asked her how comeAnd she buttoned her bootAnd straightened her suitThen she said, "Don't get cute."So I forced my hands in my pocketsAnd felt with my thumbsAnd gallantly handed herMy very last piece of gumShe threw me outsideI stood in the dirt where ev'ryone walkedAnd after finding I'dForgotten my shirtI went back and knocked.I waited in the hallway, she went to get itAnd I tried to make senseOut of that picture of you in your wheelchairThat leaned up against...Her Jamaican rumAnd when she did come, I asked her for someShe said, "No, dear."I said, "Your words aren't clearYou'd better spit out your gum."She screamed till her face got so redThen she fell on the floorAnd I covered her up and thenThought I'd go look through her drawerAnd, when I was throughI filled up my shoeAnd brought it to youAnd you, you took me inYou loved me thenYou didn't waste timeAnd I, I never took muchI never asked for your crutchNow don't ask for mine
