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 will 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 And she's my lady.
She wears an egyptian ring That sparkles before she speaks She wears an egyptian ring That sparkles before she speaks And she's an 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 All right.
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