Off Night Backstreet - Joni Mitchell

    Maybe I'm just kidding myself when I say I love you
    I don't know--
    Loving without trusting
    You get--frostbite and sunstroke
    I wish I felt nothing!
    You pimp--laughing and strutting her to my chartered seat
    Your old off night back street

    It's been stinger to stinger, darling
    It's been heart to heart
    You still keep me from finishing
    Any new love I start
    Now she's moved in with you
    She's keeping your house neat
    And your sheets sweet
    And I'm your off night back street

    I can feel your fingers
    Feeling my face
    There are some lines you put there
    And some you erase
    Maybe I'm just dramatizing
    I don't care
    It's home--it can be heaven
    When we play fair
    But these sentimental journeys
    Late at night--
    High in some back room you're calling me
    To be your off night back street

    You give me such pleasure
    You bring me such pain
    Who left her long black hair
    In our bathtub drain?

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