This song is close to my heart. My mother has always said that this song reminds her of me, and she has said that all of my life. She says it with a wink and a smile, but she does believe that it is an accurate description of how some think of me. I have a love for Dylan that all lover’s of Dylan have; one that is based on his songwriting skill, but also his apparent ability to understand so many points of view and accurately describe so many things in a way that only a true philosopher and critic of the human race can. The title does (and has always) make me uncomfortable, as it so blatantly describes ownership, but the title is so perfect for this reason, in my opinion.
All I found on youtube was covers of this particular song, so research it on your own time, if you haven't heard it.
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 her a drum.
Lyrics from: http://www.seeklyrics.com/lyrics/Bob-Dylan/She-Belongs-To-Me.html
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