"She's Your Lover Now" Take 6 (1/21/1966) Songtext
von Bob Dylan

Pawnbroker, he just roared
It was good for landlord
The scene was so crazy, wasn′t it?
Both were so glad
See me loose everything I had
Pain sure brings out the best in people, now doesn't it?

Why didn′t you just leave me if you didn't want to stay?
Why did you have to hurt me so bad?
Did it have to be that way?

Now you stand here and ask me of that somethin' I forgot to say
And you, I see you′re still with her, well
That′s fine but just comin' on so strange, can′t you tell?

I think you better explain
What she's should do with her iron chain
I′d do it for her but I just can't remember how
Talk to her, you′re her lover now


Guess 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
He keeps on sayin′ everythin' twice to me

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

Now you stand here sayin' you forgive me
Well, what can I say?

And you, you just sit around and ask for ashtrays
Why, can′t you reach?
Yes, I see you kiss her on the cheek every time she gives a speech

With her picture books of the pyramid
And her snapshots of Billy the Kid
They're all nice but I refuse to stand and bow
Explain it to her, you're her lover now

Everybody that cares, I see them goin′ up the castle stairs
But I′m not up in your castle, honey

I can't recall San Francisco at all
I can′t even remember El Paso, honey


You know you never had to be faithful
I never expected you to grieve
Why was it so hard for you
If you didn't want to be there, you just had to leave?

Now you stand here with your finger′s goin' up my sleeve
And you, just what do you do anyway?
What are you, some kind of moose with 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 better do something
You're her lover now

What′s the fault for this madness
You look like Charles Atlas
You think I still got what you still got, honey
My voice is really warm... Alright