She's Your Lover Now - Bob Dylan

    The pawnbroker roared
    Also, so, so did the landlord
    The scene was so crazy, wasn't it?
    Both were so glad
    To watch me destroy what I had
    Pain sure brings out the best in people, doesn't it?
    Why didn't you just leave me if you didn't want to stay?
    Why'd you have to treat me so bad?
    Did it have to be that way?
    Now you stand here expectin' me to remember somethin' you forgot to say
    Yes, and you, I see you're still with her, well
    That's fine 'cause she's comin' on so strange, can't you tell?
    Somebody had better explain
    She's got her iron chain
    I'd do it, but I, I just can't remember how
    You talk to her
    She's your lover now.

    I already assumed
    That we're in the felony room
    But I ain't a judge, you don't have to be nice to me
    But please tell that
    To your friend in the cowboy hat
    You know he keeps on sayin' ev'rythin' twice to me
    You know I was straight with you
    You know I've never tried to change you in any way
    You know if you didn't want to be with me
    That you could . . . didn't have to stay.
    Now you stand here sayin' you forgive and forget. Honey, what can I say?
    Yes, you, you just sit around and ask for ashtrays, can't you reach?
    I see you kiss her on the cheek ev'rytime she gives a speech
    With her picture books of the pyramid
    And her postcards of Billy the Kid
    (Why must everybody bow?)
    You better talk to her 'bout it
    You're her lover now.

    Oh, ev'rybody that cares
    Is goin' up the castle stairs
    But I'm not up in your castle, honey
    It's true, I just can't recall
    San Francisco at all
    I can't even remember El Paso, uh, honey
    You never had to be faithful
    I didn't want you to grieve
    Oh, why was it so hard for you
    If you didn't want to be with me, just to leave?
    Now you stand here while your finger's goin' up my sleeve
    An' you, just what do you do anyway? Ain't there nothin' you can say?
    She'll be standin' on the bar soon
    With a fish head an' a harpoon
    An' a fake beard plastered on her brow
    You'd better do somethin' quick
    She's your lover now.


    Marco Giunco
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