She Belongs to Me (Live at Free Trade Hall, Manchester, UK - May 17, 1966)

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 red ring

That sparkles before she speaks

She wears an Egyptian red 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