The Gallery - Joni Mitchell

    When I first saw your gallery
    I liked the ones of ladies
    Then you began to hang up me
    You studied to portray me
    In ice and greens
    And old blue jeans
    And naked in the roses
    Then you got into funny scenes
    That all your work discloses

    "Lady, don't love me now I am dead
    I am a saint, turn down your bed
    I have no heart," that's what you said
    You said, "I can be cruel
    But let me be gentle with you"

    Somewhere in a magazine
    I found a page about you
    I see that now it's Josephine
    Who cannot be without you
    I keep your house in fit repair
    I dust the portraits daily
    Your mail comes here from everywhere
    The writing looks like ladies'

    "Lady, please love me now, I am dead
    I am a saint, turn down your bed
    I have no heart," that's what you said
    You said, "I can be cruel
    But let me be gentle with you"

    I gave you all my pretty years
    Then we began to weather
    And I was left to winter here
    While you went west for pleasure
    And now you're flying bock this way
    Like some lost homing pigeon
    They've monitored your brain, you say
    And changed you with religion

    "Lady, please love me now I was dead
    I am no saint, turn down your bed
    Lady, have you no heart," that's what you said
    Well, I can be cruel
    But let me be gentle with you

    When I first saw your gallery
    I liked the ones of ladies
    But now their faces follow me
    And all their eyes look shady
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