She Belongs to Me

She's got everything she needs, she's an artist She don't look back She's got everything she needs, she's an artist She don't look back She can take the dark out of the nighttime And paint the daytime black You will start out standing Proud to steal her anything she sees You will start out standing Proud to steal her anything she sees But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole Down upon your knees She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall She's nobody's child, the law can't touch her at all She wears an Egyptian ring, it sparkles before she speaks She wears an Egyptian ring, it sparkles before she speaks She's a hypnotist collector, you are a walking antique Bow down to her on Sunday Salute her when her birthday comes Bow down to her on Sunday Salute her when her birthday comes For Halloween, buy her a trumpet And for Christmas, get her a drum --- She Belongs to Me - Bob Dylan