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 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 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.
    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 it a drum.