You will start out standing/
Proud to steal her anything she sees/
But you’ll wind up peeking through her keyhole.

Some have claimed “She Belongs To Me” is a love song. It is not. Dylan didn’t really write many love songs. However, he is writing a song about a woman that he is currently dating (or the narrator is dating). The narrator probably tells himself “she is mine”, or “she belongs to me”, but does she? Here is a once proud man, who is now stealing for her just to get a glimpse of her naked through her bedroom keyhole. It sounds like she has him wrapped around her finger. It sounds like he is a belonging to her.

As always with Dylan, the lyrics are exquisite, but the melody is good too and the simple arrangement works. His harmonica solo is solid, as is his guitar work, and his voice is as good here as it is in any of his recordings. If you want to hear the best recording of this listen to Dylan at Royal Albert Hall in 66. He was magnificent that night, and a lot of the versions from this list will pull from that concert.

Lyrics She Belongs To Me

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’ll 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.

Songwriters: Bob Dylan