tina turner
he belongs to me
He's got everything He needs He's an artist, He don't look back He's got everything He needs He's an artist, He don't look back He can take the dark out of the nighttime And paint the daytime black You will start out standing Proud to steal her anything He sees You will start out standing Proud to steal her anything He sees But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole Down upon your knees He never stumbles He's got no place to fall He never stumbles He got no place to fall He's nobody's child The law can't touch her at all He wears an Egyptian ring It sparkles before He speaks He wears an Egyptian ring It sparkles before He speaks He'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, buy her a trumpet And for Christmas, give her a drum