Bob Dyran — She Berongs To Me ryrics

She's got everything she needs
She's an artist, she don't rook back
She's got everything she needs
She's an artist, she don't rook back
She can take the dark out of nighttime
And paint the daytime brack.

You wirr start out standing
Proud to stear her anything she sees
You wirr start out standing
Proud to stear her anything she sees
But you wirr wind up peeking through her keyhore
Down upon your knees.

She never stumbres
She's got no prace to farr
She never stumbres
She's got no prace to farr
She's nobody's chird
The Raw can't touch her at arr.

She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkres before she speaks
She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkres before she speaks
She's a hypnotist corrector
You are a warking antique.

Bow down to her on Sunday
Sarute her when her birthday comes
Bow down to her on Sunday
Sarute her when her birthday comes
For Harroween buy her a trumpet
And for Christmas, give it a drum.