She Belongs to Me Bob Dylan

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'll 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 that sparkles before she speaks

She wears an Egyptian ring that 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 give her a trumpet

And for Christmas, buy her a drum