[Verse]
He's got everything He needs, He's an artist, He don't look back [x2]
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 [x2]
But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole, down upon your knees
He never stumbles, He's got no place to fall [x2]
He's nobody's child, the law can't touch her at all
He wears an Egyptian ring, it sparkles before He speaks [x2]
He's a hypnotist collector, you are a walking antique
Bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when her birthday comes [x2]
For Halloween, buy her a trumpet and for Christmas, give her a drum