I’m on my way Bob Dylan to your Eugene Oregon concert

She Belongs To Me
She’s got everything she needs she’s an artist she don’t look back
She’s got everything she needs she’s an aritist 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 anything she sees
But you will wind up peeking through a peep hole upon your knees
She never stumbles she got no place to fall
She never stumbles she got no place to fall
She’s nobody’s child the law can’t touch her at all
She wears an Egyptian ring it sparkles before she speaks
She wears an Egyptian ring it 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 Holoween buy her a trumpet
and for Christmas give her a drum