She Belongs To Me
Bob Dylan · Bob Dylan's Greatest Hits Vol. 2
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 quintessential example of his mid-1960s folk-rock output, capturing the era's introspective mood with sparse instrumentation and poetic lyricism. Recorded for "Bob Dylan's Greatest Hits Vol. 2," the track exemplifies Dylan's signature ability to weave personal narrative with broader social commentary, a hallmark of his work during this period. The song's enduring appeal lies in its melancholic tone and the raw, unpolished vocal delivery that characterizes many of his greatest hits. As part of his extensive discography, the recording reflects the transition from pure folk to the electric sound that would define his later career, cementing its place in the canon of influential American songwriting.