She Belongs To Me

Heard something interesting the other day. I was introducing myself to some strangers when one of them said, “I belong to him.” Then she looked at a younger person and said, “And he belongs to me.”

I thought for a minute of the peculiar statement and then blurted, “I’ve been married several times, but I’ve never belonged.” The couple looks amused yet bewildered. I probably spoke out of time, but I was amazed at the statement.

I still ponder the attachment of couples of how they announce they are together.

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 night time
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'll wind up peeking through her keyhole
Down upon your knees

She never stumbles
She got no place to fall
She never stumbles
She got no place to fall
She's nobody's child
The law can't touch her at all

She wears an Egyptian red ring
It sparkles before she speaks
She wears an Egyptian red ring
It 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.