Summaries: Música censurada (Relación de no radiables de la Dirección General de Radiodifusión): Just like a woman (5 min., 19 seg.) ; Tempory like achilles (5 min., 01 seg.) ; Obviously five belivers (3 min., 43 seg.) ; I want you (3 min., 10 seg.) ; Leopard-skin pill box hat (3 min., 54 seg.) ; 4th time around (4 min., 37 seg.)
In particular is song was rated by how light ' immoral' censorship [AGA, sección cultura, expediente I-1373/71]
The song was one of three that were finally approved, by "the difficulty to understand the slang, jargon, in which the author is expressed" (Valiño, 2012)
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" Everybody must give something back "For something they get".
I stood there and hummel 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 piece of gum.
She threw me outside I stood in the dirt where ev'ryone 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 did not waste time And I, I never took much I never asked for your crutch Now don't ask for mine.