Joni Mitchell - The Gallery Lyrics
When I first saw your galleryI liked the ones of ladiesThen you began to hang up meYou studied to portray meIn ice and greensAnd old blue jeansAnd ***** in the rosesThen you got into funny scenesThat all your work disclosesLady, dont love me now I am deadI am a saint, turn down your bedI have no heart, thats what you saidYou said, I can be cruelBut let me be gentle with youSomewhere in a magazineI found a page about youI see that now its josephineWho cannot be without youI keep your house in fit repairI dust the portraits dailyYour mail comes here from everywhereThe writing looks like ladiesLady, please love me now, I am deadI am a saint, turn down your bedI have no heart, thats what you saidYou said, I can be cruelBut let me be gentle with youI gave you all my pretty yearsThen we began to weatherAnd I was left to winter hereWhile you went west for pleasureAnd now youre flying bock this wayLike some lost homing pigeonTheyve monitored your brain, you sayAnd changed you with religionLady, please love me now I was deadI am no saint, turn down your bedLady, have you no heart, thats what you saidWell, I can be cruelBut let me be gentle with youWhen I first saw your galleryI liked the ones of ladiesBut now their faces follow meAnd all their eyes look shady
