She got everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't look back
She can take the dark out of the night time
Paint the daytime black
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, Lord can't touch her at all
She wears an Egyptian red ring, sparkles before she speaks
She wears an Egyptian red ring, sparkles before she speaks
She's a hypnotist collector, you are a walking antique
You will start out standing, proud to steal her anything she sees
You will start out standing, proud to steal her anything she sees
You'll wind up looking through her keyhole down upon your knees
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, give her a drum
