Words and music © Copyright 1975, 2015 Peter Lloyd. First two lines heard in an old blues song by Joe Hill Louis.

She may be yours but she comes to see me sometimes
She may be yours but she comes to see me sometimes
In fact, she comes so often, it makes me believe she’s mine

She rubs me wrong, but then she rubs me the right way, too
She rubs me wrong, but then she rubs me the right way, too
But when she’s with me, I know she’s ain’t rubbin you

She walks over Eighth Street and turns up on Sycamore
She walks over Eighth Street and turns up on Sycamore
Then she takes that parkway, right on up to my door

So if you want to keep her, you better tie her to your side
If you want to keep her, you better tie her to your side
Because I got no qualms about taking your girl in stride

I hear somebody knocking. That must be her right now
I hear somebody knocking. I’ll bet that’s your girl right now
I guess I got to hang up and I hope you make out somehow

She May Be

Songwriter since 1966. Can't believe I still have to write protest songs. Prefer writing love songs and songs of praise for stand-up women and men, parodies, lyrical nonsense, blues and adaptations.