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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 nighttime, paint the daytime black You'll start out standing, proud to steal her anything she sees You'll start out standing, proud to steal her anything she sees But you'll wind up peeking through her keyhole, down upon your knees She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall The girl, she never stumbles, got no place to fall She's nobody's child, the law can't touch her at all She belongs to me 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, buy her a trumpet, for Christmas, give her a drum She belongs to me She belongs to me, yeah |
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