He Belongs To Me

He’s got everything he needs, he’s an artist and he don’t look back
He’s got everything he needs, he’s an artist and he don’t look back
He can take the dark out of the nighttime and turn the daytime black
You will start out standing, proud to steal him anything he sees
You’ll start out standing, proud to steal him anything he sees
But you’ll wind up just peeking through a keyhole on your knees
Oh no, he never, ever stumbles, 'cause he got no place to fall
No, no, no, no, no, he never stumbles, 'cause the man ain’t got no place to fall
He’s nobody’s child and the law can’t touch him at all
He wears an Egyptian ring that sparkles just before he speaks
He wears an Egyptian ring and it sparkles before he speaks
The man is a hypnotist collector and you are a walking antique
Bow down to him on Sundays and salute him when his birthday comes
Bow down to him on Sundays and salute him when his birthday comes
For Halloween, buy him a trumpet but for Christmas, buy him a gun
He’s got everything he needs, he’s an artist and he don’t look back
He’s got everything he needs, he’s an artist and he don’t look back