MOG

I never asked for your crutch
And I, I never took much
For something they get"
And when she did come, I asked her for some
You loved me then
My very last piece of gum

So I forced my hands in my pockets
You never wasted time
And I covered her up and then
But she said, "Don't forget

I waited in the hallway, she went to get it

And she buttoned her boot and straightened her suit
I went back and knocked
Then said, "What else you got left?
She screamed till her face got so red

Then she fell on the floor
Thought I'd go look through her drawer

Everybody must give something back
And felt with my thumbs
I filled up my shoe and brought it to you
She said, "No, dear", I said, "Your words aren't clear"
That leaned up against
Then she said, "Don't get cute"
Her Jamaican rum
And after finding I'd forgotten my shirt
And, when I was through
And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes
I stood there and hummed
She threw me outside
Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair
It was then that I got up to leave
I tapped on her drum and asked her how come
You'd better spit out your gum
And you, you took me in

And gallantly handed her
And I tried to make sense
I stood in the dirt where everyone walked