“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 nightime,

And paint the nightime black.

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 give her a trumpet,

And for Christmas, buy her a drum.”

—  Bob Dylan, She Belongs To Me