Go ahead and talk about her because she makes you doubt,
because she has denied herself the things that you can't live without.

Laugh at her behind her back just like the others do,
remind her of what she used to be when she comes walkin' through.

“chorus”

stop your conversation when she passes on the street,
hope she falls upon herself, oh, won't that be sweet
because she can't be exploited by superstition anymore
because she can't be bribed or bought by the things that you adore.

Chorus

when the whip that's keeping you in line doesn't make her jump,
say she's hard-of-hearin', say that she's a chump.
Say she's out of step with reality as you try to test her nerve
because she doesn't pay a tribute to the king that you serve.

Chorus

say that she's a loser 'cause she got no common sense
because she don't increase her worth at someone else's expense.
Because she's not afraid of trying, 'cause she don't look at you and smile,
'cause she doesn't tell you jokes or fairy tales, say she's got no style.

Chorus

you can laugh at salvation, you can play your empty games,
you think that when you rest at last you'll go back from where you came.
But you've picked up quite a story and you've changed since the womb.
What happened to the real you, you've been captured but by whom?

Chorus: she's the property of jesus
resent her to the bone
you got something better
you got a heart of stone






bob dylan (property of jesus)