She's got everything she needsShe's an artist, she don't look backNo, she's got everything she needsShe's an artist, she don't look backShe can take the dark out of the night timeAnd paint the daytime blackYou will start out standingProud to steal her anything she seesYou will start out standingProud to steal her anything she seesBut you wind up peeking through her keyholeDown on your kneesWell, she never stumblesShe's got everything she needsShe's got no place to fallShe never stumblesShe's got no place to fallShe's nobody's childThe law can't touch her at allShe wears an Egyptian ringIt sparkles before she speaksYeah, she wears an Egyptian ringIt sparkles before she speaksIt sparkles before she speaksShe's a hypnotist collectorYou are a walking antiqueBow down to her on SundaySalute her when her birthday comesBow down to her on SundaySalute her when her birthday comesFor Halloween, give her a trumpetFor Christmas, buy her a drinkFor Christmas, buy her some drumsFor Christmas, buy her some drumsShe got everything she needsShe's an artist, she don't look backShe got everything she needsShe's an artist, she don't look backTake the dark out of the night timeAnd paint the daytime black