| Song | She Belongs To Me (Live) |
| Artist | Bob Dylan |
| Album | Bob Dylan: Melbourne, Australia (bootleg) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 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' 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 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' 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 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 |