| Lyrics: | by 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 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.
She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks.
She wears
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
give her a trumpet
And for Christmas, buy her a drum |
