She Belongs To Me
Bob Dylan · Self Portrait
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 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 give her a trumpet
And for Christmas, buy her a drum.
She Belongs To Me
Bob Dylan's 'She Belongs To Me' stands as a notable song in his expansive discography, appearing on the 1970 album Self Portrait. Originally written and recorded during the mid-1960s, the track showcases Dylan's ability to craft intimate, folk-inflected narratives that resonate across decades. The song's arrangement on this album reflects a deliberate shift in his musical approach, moving away from the complex storytelling of his earlier years toward a more direct, melodic style. As part of a body of work that includes classics like 'It Ain't Me, Babe' and 'Mama, You Been On My Mind,' this recording highlights Dylan's versatility and enduring influence on popular music. The track remains a testament to his songwriting prowess, capturing a specific emotional landscape that continues to engage listeners through its timeless composition and vocal delivery.