She ’s got everything she needs
She ’s an artist, she don ’t Iook back
She ’s got everything she needs
She ’s an artist, she don ’t Iook back
She can take the dark out of nighttime
And paint the daytime bIack.
You wiII start out standing
Proud to steaI her anything she sees
You wiII start out standing
Proud to steaI her anything she sees
But you wiII wind up peeking through her keyhoIe
Down upon your knees.
She never stumbIes
She ’s got no pIace to faII
She never stumbIes
She ’s got no pIace to faII
She ’s nobody ’s chiId
The Law can ’t touch her at aII.
She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkIes before she speaks
She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkIes before she speaks
She ’s a hypnotist coIIector
You are a waIking antique.
Bow down to her on Sunday
SaIute her when her birthday comes
Bow down to her on Sunday
SaIute her when her birthday comes
For HaIIoween buy her a trumpet
And for Christmas, give it a drum.