|
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 nightime and paint the daytime black |
|
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's an 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 and for Christmas give her a drum |
