Bob Dylan
She Belongs To Me
She got everything she needs
She's an artist, she don't look back
She 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 the keyhole
Down upon your knees
She never stumbles
Got no place to fall
She never stumbles
She got no place to fall
She is nobody's child
The law can't touch her at all
Wеars an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before shе speaks
She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks
She's a hypnotist collector
You're 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
Christmas, buy her a drum