Lyrics:

She's Your Lover Now
(Just A Little Glass Of Water)
(Words and Music by Bob Dylan)
1971, 1976 Dwarf Music

Your 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 the best in people,
Doesn't it?

Why didn't you just leave me
If you didn't wanna stay?
Why'd you want to treat me so bad?
Did it have to be that way?

Now you stand here expectin' me to remember something you forgot to say

And you, I see you're still with her, well
That's fine but she's comin' on so strange,
Can't you tell?

Somebody'd better explain
She's got her iron chain
I'd do it, but 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 the judge, you don't have to be nice to me

Will you please tell that
To your friend in the cowboy hat
You know he keeps on sayin' everythin' twice to me

You know I was straight to you
You know I never tried to change you in any way
You know if you didn't want to be with me
That you didn't have to stay.

Now you stand here sayin' you forgive and forget, honey what can I say?

Yes and you just sit around and ask for ashtrays, can't you reach?
I see you kiss her on the cheek everytime she gives a speech.

With her picture books of the pyramid
And her postcards of Billy The Kid,
Must everybody bow?
You better talk to her 'bout it
You're her lover now.

Oh, everybody that cares
Is going up the castle stairs
But I'm not up in a castle, honey

It's true I just can't recall
San Francisco at all
I can't even remember El Paso, honey

Never had to be faithful
I never wanted you to grieve
Why was it so hard for you
If you didn't want to be with me, just to leave?

Now you stand here, why are your fingers goin' up my sleeve?

And you, just what do you do anyway?
Ain't nothing you can say?

When she's standin' on the bar soon
When her fish head an' her harpoon
An' a fake beard plastered on her brow

You better do somethin' quick
She's your lover now.

Oh, why must I fall into the sadness
Do I look like Charles Atlas?
Do you think I still got what you still got baby?

My voice is really warm
It's just that it ain't got any form
But it's just like a dead man's last pistol shot, baby

Ah, your mouth used to be so naked
Your eyes used to be so blue
Your hurt used to be so nameless
And your tears used to be so few

Now your mouth cries wolf while ...