She

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

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'll wind up peeking through her keyhole

Down upon your knees

That's right

Yeah, she never stumbles

She's got no place to fall

Well, she never stumbles

She's got no place to fall

Well, she's nobody's child

And 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

Come on, Ross

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

For Christmas, buy her a drum

Take it home