When she said,"Don't waste I cried she was deaf. your words, they're just lies," 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 tapped on her drum and asked her how come. And she buttoned her boot, I stood there and hummed, So I forced my hands in my pockets Then she said, "Don't get cute." And straightened her suit, And felt with my thumbs, And gallantly handed her My very last piece of gum. I stood in the dirt where ev'ryone walked. She threw me outside, And after finding I'd Forgotten my shirt, I went back and knocked. I waited in the hallway, she went to get it, That leaned up against . . . And I tried to make sense Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair Her Jamaican rum And when she did come, I asked her for some. You'd better spit out your gum." She said, "No, dear." I said, "Your words aren't clear, 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 you, you took me in, And brought it to you. 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.