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Intro :
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.
(supprime les barrés)