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