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
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