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 nightime 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 a keyhole down upon your knees

    She never stumbles, she's got no place to fault
    She never stumbles, she's got no place to fault
    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 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
     
     

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