“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 night time and make the day time black

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 got 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, buy her a trumpet
And for Christmas, give her a drum

You will start out standing, proud to steal her anything she sees
You will start out standing, proud to steal her anything she sees
You will wind up peekin’ through a keyhole down upon your knees

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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 night time and make the day time black
She can take the dark out of the night time and make the day time black
She can take the dark out of the night time and make the day time black