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
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 no 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 Sundays
Salute her when her birthday comes
Bow down to her on Sundays
Salute her when her birthday comes
For Halloween, buy her a Trumpet
And for Christmas, get her a drum



Credits
Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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