She's got everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't look back
Takes the dark out of the nighttime, she paints the daytime black

You will start out standing, proud to steal her anything she sees
But you will wind up peeking through a key hole, down upon your bended knees

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's a hypnotist collector, you are a walking antique

Bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when her birthday comes
For Halloween but her a trumpet, and for Christmas, buy her drums

She's got everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't look back
Takes the dark out of the nighttime, you know she paints the daytime black