Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
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 turn 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's got no place to stumble
She’s got no place to fall
She's got no place to stumble
She’s got no place to fall
She’s nobody’s child
The law can’t touch her at all
She wеars an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before shе speaks
She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks
She’s a hypnotist collector
You are a walking antique
Salute her when on Sunday
Bow down when her birthday comes
Salute her when on Sunday
Bow down when her birthday comes
For Halloween give her a trumpet
And for Christmas, buy her a drum